Novel & Cerita Beautiful-ugly Book

“I was just afraid to be seen.” Because the wrong people will always make you feel ugly. And the right ones? They remind you you’ve been beautiful all along.

Thankfully, the money I earned from writing and a few million I made through investments were enough to keep me comfortable for the rest of my life. As everyone probably already knew, sitting for long periods could cause neck issues. I was no exception. The doctor advised me to go for a walk daily, so as usual, I took a stroll around downstairs in my residential complex. At that moment, I heard a commotion nearby. A group of middle-aged and elderly people had gathered around a few tall, smooth-skinned, attractive women dressed in a bodycon dress and black stockings. Each woman held a box of supplements and spoke enthusiastically, saying, "Don't worry, everyone. We sell only genuine products

Author's Note Dear Reader, Welcome to Beautifully Unfaithful. This is a story about betrayal, but perhaps not in the way you expect. It is about a woman who spent years carrying everyone else's expectations while quietly starving inside. It is about grief that was never healed, love that became a weapon, and the devastating loneliness that can exist inside a marriage long before anyone walks away from it. Laurel Cruz Leonard is not a perfect heroine. She makes choices that many will question. Some will judge her. Others may understand her far too well.

Back home, I toss the book and pen onto my desk next to my microscope and my half-finished biology project. Then I open my phone. The pictures are everywhere. Group chats. Me, in only a bra and panties, trying to cover myself, glasses fogged with steam, face red, humiliated. Comments range from cruel to disgusting to pitying. I feel like I’m going to be sick. I stare at the book. At the pen. I picked it up. My hand shakes as I open it. The pages are blank. Creamy. I press the tip of the pen to the first page.

Yam sliced it open slowly, hands trembling. Inside was their book. “The Art of Staying.” Cover: a sunflower. A crooked shelf. Two mugs—one chipped. And behind it all, the suggestion of a fan, mid-spin. Franc stared at it like it might whisper back. “Feels unreal,” Yam said. Franc flipped through pages. Some with artwork. Others with Yam’s poetry. Their story—wired beginnings and all—now bound in matte finish. “I think this book breathes,” Franc said.

The three men sat around her, looking at the masterpiece they had shared. She was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, a perfect mix of soft curves and raw, wild energy. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips, knowing that this was a night that would haunt their dreams for a long time. The memory of the weight of her breasts, the tightness of her pussy, and the sound of her loud, messy moans would stay with them forever.

"Look at your disgusting self before you speak. You don't even deserve my energy to waste on you. You're such a sh*t creature, it's even more difficult to look at you with my beautiful eyes. Don't you think so?" Isabel couldn't help but look at Addison's mesmerizing green eyes, which seemed to hold a depth that she had never seen before. As much as she didn't want to admit it, Isabel couldn't help but feel pathetic standing next to someone as effortlessly beautiful as Addison. She began to wonder if her husband, Mason, had ever looked at Addison the way he used to look at her.

People say you can’t judge a book by its cover, they are right. “You remember me.” She said as her glassy eyes showed happiness. I can’t deny it, no matter what evil she has done in the past, I have to say she really is beautiful. No wonder they say the most beautiful ones are always the most evil. “It is not hard to forget a gold digger.” Felix answered, in anger and spite. Damian was still quiet. He looked dumbstruck like he didn’t expect she would be here. Well, no one did.

~GERARD I stood by the edge of the bed in the dead of night, looking down at her. Young, intense, and utterly broken in by me. Her strawberry-blonde hair was a beautiful, tangled mess across the pillows. Her breathing was steady now, her bare body completely open to my gaze, and mine alone. She had been a striking beauty from the very moment I first laid eyes on her, but seeing her like this, completely wrecked by the night's events, was a different kind of perfection.

It's called: Sweet treachery. by Penaciousshewa. And help leave a review on her book. Thanks a lot! Author note