Beautifully Cruel Romane & Geschichten

Forgetting about the situation that was happening currently I was snapped back to reality when I see him lunge at the grey wolf that was chasing me, they snarl and tear into one another; his claws tear into the side of the grey wolf who lets out a howl from the injury that was just inflicted onto his torso. Whimpers are to be heard as the grey wolf backs away from the black wolf and stares at me as he growls and snaps his jaw, within a second the grey wolfs retreat back to the forsaken territory as they take off running in retreat from the attack that was inflicted onto them, sighing in relief my arms collapse under me as I stare up at the sky laughing in relief of being able to live another

He had cheated on Kelly and Karma gave him his punishment. But what was Natasha's fault? She was innocent in this and her baby too. Liam on the other hand froze. Natasha was dead. His child died too. They both are dead and it was his fault. His hands moved without him noticing and took Scarlett from Scott gently and looked at her. She was the most beautiful girl he had seen after her mother. Her eyes were closed and her lips were a color of light blue. She was pale and cold. She had a tiny nose and small lips. Her cheeks were wrinkly and white.

Her tear-streaked face reflects the torment she has endured, her vulnerability tugging at the depths of my being. Despite the anguish etched upon her features, there is an undeniable beauty that radiates from within, a spark that refuses to be extinguished by the darkness that surrounds her. Yet, it is the sight of her extended claws, a desperate display of self-defense, that pierces my heart. The jagged edges of her nails serve as a painful reminder of the cruelty she has endured, the scars etched into her very soul.

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi

“You think making me hate you will make this easier? You’re wrong. I’m not giving up on you.” Frustration twisted within me—a dark, writhing thing. Hurting her was the last thing I wanted, but I needed to push her away to shield her from the storm that was my life. “You should give up,” I hissed, my voice low and charged with cold warning. “Because one day, your bleeding heart is going to get you killed.” Nat’s eyes glistened, but she held her ground. “Just because you're scared doesn’t mean you have to be cruel.”

It had to be! And that would be the cruelest joke ever. Except it wasn’t. Except it was very real. And Goddess, she was so freaking beautiful.

Others may understand her far too well. This story explores complicated emotions, forbidden desires, family fractures, power imbalances, and the desperate human need to be seen. It is about the cost of silence and the courage required to reclaim your life after years of shrinking yourself for the comfort of others. At its heart, Beautifully Unfaithful asks a simple question: What happens when the person who vowed to love you stops seeing you? And what happens when someone considered to be off-limit finally does? Thank you for trusting me with Laurel's story.

Only what she said. Drown in the bitterness of Trust’s cruel words now, just like I did then. “Begging for mercy is no different than praying to a God who doesn’t care, little girl.” the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes hissed. Her fangs as full of venom as her teal eyes were a new kind of fire I’d never known. I couldn’t tell if her hair was purple or blue there so many streaks of both. Her skin looked pearls, and she smelled like fresh baked cake.

"Lost, little one? The night is no place for such sweetness." Elena couldn't run. Her limbs felt leaden, trapped not by force, but by the sheer, terrifying magnetism pouring off him. He was beautiful in a way that stole reason, sculpted cheekbones pale as moonlight, lips a cruel, perfect curve, black hair like spilled ink against his high collar. But the beauty was a weapon, honed by the predatory stillness in his gaze and the unnatural chill that emanated from him, cutting through the rain's dampness. He reached out, not touching her, but his gloved fingers hovered near her throat where her pulse hammered against her skin like a trapped bird. "Such a frantic rhythm," he murmured, his head t

“Strong. Beautiful. Deadly.” She didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. But her eyes burned with hatred. This wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be.