Beauty And The Freak Novels & Stories

My body was covered in drying loads, paint, dirt, and sweat. Pink Hair crouched beside me and brushed hair from my face. “You’re something else,” she murmured. “We’ve got a private tent for the real freaks tomorrow night. No limits. Toys, objects, public walks, whatever we want. You want the address?” My body ached. My mind felt fuzzy and addicted at the same time. I swallowed hard, tasting cum. “Yeah,” I whispered. “Give it to me.” As I lay there leaking and trembling, watching strangers film my ruined body, that dark little twist in my chest grew sharper.

It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support. With each stroke of the brush and every delicate dab of color, Bea’s expertise elevated my natural features, highlighting my best attributes. She celebrated my uniqueness and made me realize that beauty lies not in conformity but in embracing our individuality. Together, we reveled in the power of self-expression, allowing our inner beauty to shine through.

Before Romano could utter another word, Fernando grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking him off the ground as he gasped in pain. “Please!” Romano croaked, fear rising in his throat. “Don’t do what you are about to do, amigo! We can work this out!” But it was too late. Fernando’s grip tightened around his neck, a stubborn rope of revenge. “No one will save you—not even your minions. Look at them, shaking like chickens,” he growled, glaring at the trembling men who stood by, frozen in fear. They were as stiff as statues, weapons in their hands but lacking the courage to intervene. Fernando was a beast incarnate, a creature forged from a unique gene that made him stronger and faster than any hu

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hummed to myself as I checked my reflection in the mirror, before washing my hands and walking out of the restroom. I skipped along the hallways, as I kept humming. I grinned. Yes, I was in a peculiarly good mood today. Dad had promised to buy the book I was always bugging him about. It was a book by my favourite writer, Kelly Brown. Her female characters were always beautiful, perfect figures and extremely wealthy while fulfilling their dreams. It had been out for several months and I never liked to miss any of her new release. But things had been tough at home for a while. Dad lost his job and it took a while to find something else.

She had full breasts, a bigger size, round and peachy ass, she was true, a pure beauty. Billina let out a scoff and said, "Choose one, Josh." Then was quiet for a minute, the manager eagerly waiting for her to speak. "HIV or acid?" she asked sneering and Josh was stunned. "Ma'am? Are you seriously want her to suffer from a sex disease?" he asked, eyes wide. "Maybe..." she spoke confidently. "What is acid for?" he asked unaware. "Face...." replied the billionaire beauty. Wow! The girl hates that woman that she wants her to suffer for the rest of her life.

She wasn’t beautiful, she was dying, she had sickle cell anemia and her skin wasn’t normal like mine. But the desperate Perez, or FATREZ THE WAY Vince liked naming it never cared, all I saw was a perfect girl, with white eyes and a perfect life. I admired how delicate and weak she looked. It was my definition of feminine, an attribute that the gods had taken away from me long time ago. “What right do you have to show them pity, they have never cared about you, they have never cared whether you live or die, they deserve that at least at payment from the universe,’’ my subconscious whispered to me harshly.

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He wasn't going to console her or try digging deep into why she was crying. " You know what Carlos, once I thought that I was really beautiful and special, and that with my accomplishments at such a young age, I could get everything that I've ever wanted. But look at me, alone, abused, depressed, with nothing at all," Elvira said in pain.

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.