Beautifully Cruel Novels & Stories

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.

"And see what beauty you turn." Edim casually reached for another tin and said, "I don't have to look, I'm not attracted to beauty," and uncapped the tin. "Unlike you." Wouldn't he really be fascinated by beauty? All men were fascinated by beauty, they could even be slaves of beauty. I think the problem with Edim is that he was pampered with attention, he had a perfect handsomeness that attracted all the attention of the girls in every environment he entered. But his impeccable handsomeness was mingled with the darkness, the darkness emanating from those lightless black eyes was a chilling and suffocating air.

How fucked up was that? When I walked in, she was lounging on one of the seats, watching with longing in her eyes, I almost felt like a bad person. But I wasn't, she caused all this upon herself, and she chose the wrong person to bully. It's always the beautiful women that turn out cruel. It's always my heart that takes the brunt of it. She causes fires, she spreads chaos, but you can't really ignore that face. Red, long luscious hair, the most beautiful pair of eyes, the smoothest skin, the nastiest, most evil character, such a demon.

He looked down at her, his expression no longer angry, but coldly, clinically insane. "But first," he said, his voice flat and dead. "We purge the sickness." Then he kicked her. It wasn't a wild kick of rage. It was a slow, deliberate, measured act of profound cruelty. His boot connected with her belly with a sickening, final thud. A white hot flash of pain exploded through her, so immense it stole her breath and her voice. The scream caught in her throat, silent and huge. All the air was knocked out of her. She curled into a tight ball, a deep, cramping, tearing pain ripping through her insides. It was more than pain. It was a death. It was everything being violently torn away.

Some people loved you and left anyway. And sometimes that was the most beautiful kind of wrong.

I blew the hair out of my face but my efforts were to no use. Unexpectedly, Ryder placed my unruly strands away from my face and I averted eye contact. "Thankyou." I say. "You look horrible, why would you go out of the house like that." Well that hurt, I thought I looked nice. My eyes welled up and I tried to get out of his hold. "Stop." He said and held me in place. "Why so you could bully me even more." I retorted, he smiled at me as if proud that I stood up to him. It was rare to see Ryder smile, it was so genuine and showed another side of him. Doesn't erase the fact that he's a psycho who feeds off my pain.

He still seemed to be as sharp as his name. Before this, I didn’t know that a man could look very alluring, too. Blade had smooth bronze skin and despite being locked up in this place for a long time, his body was still in good shape. He had the face that was more beautiful and more captivating than any woman. Even standing beside him could make a woman feel inferior. He was a proof that looks could truly be deceiving. With the devil’s face, no one would think he was a sinner, that he had killed hundreds of people in his desire to rule the world.