Beautifully Cruel Novels & Stories

A flush marks my skin where his hands, his mouth, have laid claim. I am magnificent. Not with a smooth, perfect beauty, but with a fatal beauty, marked by passion and storm. A beauty that has been taken, desired with a force bordering on destruction. I love this image. I love the power I see in my own gaze, a power that managed to provoke a hurricane in the most controlled man I know. He tried to break me, yet here I stand, more alive and radiant than ever.

He looked at her carefully, contemplating her seductive facial features.Then he ran his fingers over her bare back and said: "You are so beautiful, dangerously beautiful. Whoever sees you will never know how ugly you are on the inside. How will he know that beneath this beautiful face lies boundless evil, and absolute hatred. No one who sees will know, that you are just rubbish from the inside." she smiled at him. She brought her lips closer to his, then said: "Well. You know what they say? Trash only attracts trash."

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

After drinking water, Crista returned to her room. She then changed her clothes and lay on the bed. The lights in her room were off, so she could clearly see the vast whiteness of snow outside the window. Her lips curved into a bitter smile as she took out a silver knife. It gleamed in the dark. Without hesitation, she heavily slid the sharp blade on her wrist, making blood gush out in an instant.

She blew softly on the part of hers hand that felt the pain. Suddenly, a familiar shoe stopped right in front of her. Angel looked up, she could see a tall and handsome man looking at her with a thin frown on his forehead. Him eyes dropped to the wound that Angel had gotten. "Again?" He asked. Him thin lips parted slightly. "This is normal," replied the woman. She tilted hers head slightly. "Did you just come home?" Angel asked the man. "Yes. The lecturer who entered this time was very beautiful, I was really lulled by her," said the man with a happy face. He then took a seat next to Angel.

“Yes, I am.” I stopped short, not really expecting that answer. “Umm… do you even know how I look like? I look horrendous,” I said. That was a lie. I didn’t really look horrendous if one could manage to look past my scar. I had long, dark brown hair and long dark lashes surrounded my hazel green eyes. Okay, maybe I didn’t look as bad as I wanted him to think, but with my scars, I was definitely no Barbie doll. Hunter shook his head. “I may be blind, Allison. But believe me when I say that… I see you.” His voice was serious… sincere. “And you… look unbelievably beautiful to me. Like an angel sent down from heaven.”

I cut him off by cleaning my tears. "Did you brain wash me or something? I am supposed to be mad at you but here am I crying over almost losing you. What did you do to me?" I cried harder as he smiled before sitting up and pulling me to him. "What have I done to this extremely smart officer? Am I that attractive?" He teased as I hit his chest. "You are violent. I hurt all over." He said as I managed to laugh through the tears. "You deserved it." I murmured as he nodded.

Its been two months, can't get my mind off her. Who is she to make me this uneasy? It's like am losing my wits(senses). Why can't I just forget about her? Since like forever I have always hated the ladies, why is this one so different? Come to think of it, she is so beautiful, her grey eyes captivating, her lips as red as crimson, her eye lashes so long, her posture perfect. Her hair long and dark, gosh! She is my ideal woman. Won't let her slip through my fingers, hell I won't let her out of my sight, even though I know nothing about her, I don't care. Even if she turns out to be married, I will have her husband killed and take her for myself. She better be single, cause no one has made me

”Anything ,you say”He smiled and she felt his lips on hers immediately . She tried pushing him away but he is more stronger than her .She suddenly felt sick . He continued kissing her and she just stood there like a log of wood not reciprocating neither is she moving . He broke from the kiss and touched her face .She couldn’t see his face because there is no light in the room . “You know you really are a beautiful girl .I think I like you already “He smirked . She scrunch her face is disgust . “Just let me go !”She pleaded weeping .

This I how it works; you love until you don't, and if you do love - you'd sacrifice anything and everything to keep that feeling - until your last dying breath, praying to God that you won't get harmed. But even if you do - you'll do it all over again. Because that's how love works. Love comes knocking when you're not expecting it — it creeps upon you, and you can't do anything but welcome it and grow with it, letting it take you places you've never been, praying it doesn't live you in pieces in the end. But I know it's better to experience the heartbreak knowing you've loved so full it hurts this beautifully instead of not loving at all, unfamiliar with the feeling.