Beauty And The Beast Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Now hell on the way. "The Beauty is going to face this beast. And this beast is going to claim that beauty."

“Ugly? Bully? Don't make me laugh…. I’m just telling it like it is honey. Someone has to put people like her in their place.” She smiled. Jessie’s hands clenched into fists, she so much wanted to punch that bitch on the face, but she kept her composure. “No, Kathy. You’re not telling it like it is; Beauty is, in fact, very beautiful ,more beautiful than you with your makeup and all the surgery and personalized daily beauty monitor and treatments, you paid heavily to look like shit and Beauty naturally has it all that's why you feel intimidated and bully her”. “Excuse me what? If I wanted to be like a whale I know how to look like one, eating a hungry whale”.

She's a calculated bitch in designer heels. Her lips are full, courtesy of vials and vials of filler. Cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass, fake breasts that defy gravity, and a BBL that makes her silhouette scream artificial. How the hell I ever thought this woman was attractive is beyond me. Now, I can't stand the sight of her. My tastes have changed. Evolved and refined. I want something real. And that's Beatrice. She's real body, mind, and soul. No plastic mask behind a pretty face, no ulterior motive or angle. She's not here for my name and what that could give her, and that makes her more irresistible than any polished facade like Moris could ever be.

Yeah, horse-faced was my best description for the traitor the last time I'd seen her, the braid a thick weave of brown and threads of gray, reminding me of an equine tail. How come the moment they became vampires they were suddenly gorgeous? Celeste looked like an Amazon, but in a beautiful way, wide jaw now appealing, brown eyes with a hint of gold, her youth returned to her. And Batsheva? Drop dead hotness. At least, on the outside. No amount of spirit magic could make her attractive on the inside. My vampire sighed. You have no idea, do you? What?

Heat rose to her neck. “I meant creatively,” she said quickly. “Surviving creative burnout.” A tense silence followed. The kind designed to make people unravel. The man on the right flipped through her portfolio. “Your aesthetic is darker than we’re used to. But compelling. There’s a sense of edge… control.” “I think luxury is about tension,” Aria said. “Desire without safety. Wanting what you shouldn’t have.” The woman narrowed her eyes, but didn’t disagree. “Mr. Vale will want to approve any final shortlist,” she said.

Ashton said as he walked toward Nadine, feeling his Drakell technique pulsing within him. It was undeniable that Nadine possessed a singular beauty, worlds apart from the ordinary, vulgar allure of secular women. She seemed like a celestial being descended from the heavens, untouched by mortal grime and radiating an ethereal, transcendent grace. The touch of red on her lips and the delicate grace around her eyes were intensely comforting, a kind of serene beauty that demanded quiet contemplation. She also possessed an intensely alluring physique. She was dressed quite conservatively the day before, so it was hard to tell, but today, every curve was perfectly defined—breasts, hips, and legs—t

Maybe I wanted to show him that I was doing fine even if he had chosen to betray and abandon me. A spiteful part in me wanted to make him regret ever leaving me, even though using my beauty for it would by no way be an honorable or near satisfying victory. But it would be a victory, nonetheless. I knew I was attractive. Not in the traditional cute way, with freckles scattered on my face, with hazel eyes that reminded one of sunset and forests. But more of a head-turning beauty, that forced one to look back again. With raven hair that reached my waist and blue eyes that resembled the ocean and an hourglass figure most people starve for, I was above average.

Beauty had instructed us to ensure we looked presentable and the orphanage was impeccably clean. We spent two days diligently sweeping, mopping, and brushing the walls and floors because all Beauty cared about was pleasing Carina. Nothing else mattered to her. My eyes never left Dakota's. She was so pretty, with long, shiny, ash-blonde hair and captivating crystal blue eyes. She looked like a goddess. I had often admired her from her pictures, but they did no justice to how beautiful she looked in person. Her skin looked smooth and flawless, like glass. My hair shared the same shade as hers, except that mine were usually unkempt and dirty, lacking proper care.

^^ 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.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.