Beauty And The Freak Novels & Stories

She was so ugly that they wanted her to change her makeup. But she was determined to choose that appearance. Therefore, many passer-by were scared on the road. But right now... Beau actually wanted to court her, who was so ugly!?

"What do you fear?" "Being ugly." That was understandable she was the Goddess of Beauty, she couldn't be ugly, but then again what was ugly? Being different? The word was used to make people feel less than, we were told being beautiful—being perfect, meant being skinny, meant having no flaws, but everybody has flaws, no one's perfect and that's what makes us beautiful. Adrian removed his hand from her cheek. "I'm still feeling fear, take it back." She ordered as everyone walked over, curious.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** “YOU can't dance with the devil and wonder why you're still in hell“... Ella *** AMBER *** Right now I'm standing in front of the porch. Part of me is telling me to run away from everything and never come back but another part of me is telling me to face my demons. I can't believe that I'm now an orphan and that I've lost both parents. I wiped the tears that threatened to fall. After weighing all the pros and cons in my mind, I finally decided to knock. I was hesitant at first but then I took another step by opening up the door.

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

She let out a scream of ecstasy as I moved to her other br**st and repeated the motion. The beast was in no mood for drawn out foreplay today, he wanted his sweet release, and fast. I stood from the bed and removed my pants and shirt, before kneeling between Harriet’s legs. She moaned when I rubbed the head of my pe**s against her ready and waiting folds. I pushed in hard, entering her all the way. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched at the sensation it gave her. I began pumping, hard and fast, as my beast roared in satisfaction.

I watch as she removes her makeup and I wonder why this is important. I am distracted by her motions as she gradually reveals her natural beauty, and I am enraptured by her. Then she turns around and tucks her fringe to the side revealing her entire face to me. She is absolutely beautiful, her pale skin is blemish free, despite her heavy use of foundation, and she has signs of sleep deprivation around her eyes. At first that is all I can see which is concerning to me, but then the light catches something and I realise the truth.

His shyness scared people away… With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.

If I get tired of their attitudes, hell will surely break loose. But it doesn’t mean that I’ll hold back, I’ll not retaliate. I’ll just give them a dose of their own medicine. I put a fake skin that was color brown in my whole body to hide my skin that looks like snow. I put curly hair that has full bangs. The color of it was black enough to hide my pink hair. I hate the color of my hair. It's too girly! I use a contact lens that is colored light blue to hide my pink eyes. I know I'm a freak but who the hell cares! As if it was my goddamn fault to have this kind of eyes. Well, I always put a contact lens on even before. Having an odd hair color and extreme beauty is enough. I don’t want to b

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

She won't be teasing me about it, isn't she? Well, the truth is, no one likes me from the place I have been. Everyone thinks that I am a freak, even the supernatural folks. “Definitely nothing. But I just wondered why such a beautiful girl like you hadn't found the right guy for you yet.” She said as she stared at the sky while playing with her hands. Did she call me beautiful? Am I hearing it right?