Beautifully Cruel Novels & Stories

Jayden tried to justify himself. Luara could no longer stand the disrespect. To her, cheating had no justification. “ Jayden leave my house this moment!” She yelled. “You’ve heard the beautiful lady, please leave.” Frank gently pushed Laura aside and took a step forward in front of Jayden by the door, making the threat clear enough. “I’ll be back Laura, I will make you mine again. Just wait and see! As for you Frank, stay away from my girl.” Frank got bored with Jayden’s fuming and swing the door in his face. “How did she manage dating a narcissist like him?” He thought to himself.

I hissed when I felt a pain in my leg only to realize she fucking stabbed me. "Bitch, and how many of those do you have," I grumbled. Hovering over her, I pinned her hands over her head and used my free hand to remove the cloak from her face. My blood ran cold, and I quivered, I fucking quivered. The woman beneath me was fucking beautiful, her skin was fair and flawless, her silky red hair covered her face, and her nose was pretty just like her plum lips. I wanted to kiss them, so much. She knew her beauty because she smirked, and kicked my balls when I let down my guard. She quickly picked herself up to leave but I grabbed her leg, making her fall to the ground with a crunch.

Aiden said, already walking ahead. I hesitated for a second… then followed. But before we could reach the door.. A voice cut through the air. “Aiden?” I stopped. A woman stood by the entrance. She was beautiful. Effortlessly so. Long hair, fitted dress, confidence written all over her. The kind of person who didn’t need to try to belong. Her eyes moved from him… to me. And everything changed. “Aiden,” she repeated, slower this time. “Who is she?”

One must not be deceived by that fatally beautiful, angel-like face. Right now, he was merely suppressing an anger that made blood run backward with the supreme level of elegance. “Since they made my S into this mess... I want to kill someone very painfully.” As expected, he was this kind of man. The cruel words flowing from lips that seemed sculpted by God were spine-chilling. Hyeon-sin barely answered while concealing her mangled body. She felt that only then would the remaining enemies in this room save their lives. “I am not hurt... a single bit. It's just... because I am a bit sleepy and exhausted.”

“You’ve been like that since we were kids. But you’re not better. And being cruel to people who have never even considered harming you isn’t going to help your case.” I shook my head slowly, feeling a sneer of my own twisting my lips. “You may be beautiful on the outside. But underneath all of that physical beauty you seem to hold so much pride in, you’re one of the ugliest people I’ve ever known. Cruel and selfish and poisonous, right down to your very core.”

Her clarity was like crystal. But what a cruel kind of clarity it was.

Her beauty was a facade, a mask that hid the ugliness within. As I looked at her, I felt a sense of revulsion. How could someone so beautiful be so cruel and heartless? How could she use her charm and her beauty to manipulate and hurt others? I thought of Betty, and how Riezel had hurt her. I thought of the way Riezel had smiled and laughed, even as she was causing pain and suffering. Riezel's beauty was like a venom, spreading its poison through the air. It was a trap, luring people in with its sweetness and its charm. But once you were caught, there was no escape.

The thought was both comforting and disturbing—comforting because it implied survival was possible, disturbing because it raised questions about what had happened to those who came before me. "I found it beautiful," I said honestly. "Strange, certainly, but beautiful nonetheless." Beautiful. Like the man standing before me, radiating power and danger in equal measure while maintaining the facade of civilized courtesy. Beautiful like a blade that caught light while it cut. Kieran's smile deepened, and for the first time since he'd appeared, it reached his eyes. "Beauty," he said softly, "is not always safe to appreciate." The words carried weight beyond their literal meaning—a warning, perhap

Erin finds it shocking that something that should scare her, is finding them beautiful these days. It started last night when she first saw Edward drinking a woman's blood from her neck. It goes the same for the dead man in her house. Even if she was scared looking at the dead body in her room at the beginning, soon she started to find that beautiful since the blood splashed all over the room and her face. She felt for a moment that the brutal scene had its own charisma. "There's nothing wrong in finding beauty from scary things, sweetheart! Even humans, mostly the artists find beauty in brutal scenarios!"' the old lady gently touches Erin's cheek.

^^ with you gem so that I would rank higher or stand a better chance to be promoted. Was done in a braide atop whilst the rest flowed behind, her face glowing with immerse beauty that if anyone sees her would not only be shocked but Envious.. at the same time admire this beauty here. Her beauty was minimalist and nice to watch as if wanting to watch this beauty for so long... so malevolent.