Beauty And Then Novels & Stories

The very notion sent a hot wave rolling through her, and she smiled, but then an edge of apprehension caused her stomach to clench. “Don’t I look awful?” she asked, feeling her face, the bandage, and then her head where her hair had been cut by the burn unit to save her scalp. “Mira,” he whispered, pecking her in between each word. “You are beautiful. I’m hard for you.” He took her hand and placed it over the bulge beneath his slacks, breathing his final statement, “I want to fuck you. Let me make you feel good. Let me help you forget all this shit you are going through, at least for a little while.”

Typical. “Morning, Elena,” Caroline chirped, though it sounded less like a greeting and more like an announcement of her presence. She was perched daintily at the table, her manicured nails tapping against her coffee mug as she launched into a detailed recap of their trip. “You must hear about Hawaii—it was absolutely divine. The beaches, the cocktails, the spa. Oh, you have no idea how healing volcanic mud can be. Really, you should try it sometime. Then again…” Her eyes flicked over me, narrowing in that condescending way. “…maybe it’s not exactly your style.”

"If I were you, I wouldn't think twice about accepting Brian's date; you're the only stupid girl who can resist the charms of the campus belle! Seriously, I can't get over it. What's your problem? What kind of man do you want?" Emily was still grumbling while fixing her makeup, which was honestly still very perfect.

So, she still hasn't come out?" Juliette asked between laughs. "Of course not!" Beckham answered, battling against her own laughter, and failing miserably by the way. "She's locked herself in her room, saying something about how her life is ruined." By the time Beckham was done, we were nearly doubled over in laughter. I could only imagine how Anna must have looked. Nah, kidding. Beckham, being the sweet sister she was, took a lot of pictures to show us. So, Anna got this skincare product which was recommended to her by god knows who, in lieu of her upcoming pageant. It was supposed to have some wonder effect which would make her 'flawless skin look brand new.' Her words, not mine. Although,

“This keeps on shouting your name, Claire.” Her eyes were now filled with tears. I gave her a kiss on her forehead before saying another word. “You will always be my epitome of beauty, wife.”

“He left and slammed the door after him.” I paused. Silence filled the room for a moment. Then I continued, softer this time. “Bullied for being plus-size since childhood… Beauty Hills had to deal with insecurity, trauma, and depression… most especially self-hate…” I exhaled slowly. “Her name… Beauty… was said to be the exact opposite of her appearance…” The words felt heavier the more I read. “After many failed toxic relationships, she moved on and got a job in a fashion company…”

Basil The music blares loudly in the club, the club that I own. Sweet Ecstasy. I'm sitting in a booth on the second floor, observing the moving bodies below. My eyes immediately settle upon a pair of women, only one of them ignites something in me. She's wearing a skin tight black dress that is a little too short. Long wavy dark red hair falls down her back reaching the top of her ass and what an ass she has. A full figured body, with tits that looks more than a handful, and a luscious ass that shook with each step, my favorite. I prefer women with curves, it gives me something to hold onto while I fuck them. Her friend isn't bad looking but she's not my type, too thin. I wave Andre over, my

How could a stranger in a photograph make my heart turn savage with just one look? Was it because she looked like Jaimie? No, there had to be something else. Her effect on me screamed so much more than Jaimie had made him feel. There was this strange force that's consuming me whole, making me want to run towards god-knows-where she was. My wolf even purred as if it wanted to see the girl in flesh so it could sniff her creamy skin all night and let her sweet scent intoxicate me. What the fuck was going on? I'd never been this way before. Not even towards Jaimie. It was as if I was being bewitched by the lady in the photograph, making me want to do stupid stuff Alpha Layco Magnison of Brenther

She shrugged before walking towards David. "Hey loser, your friends want to see your face. Help them won't you?" She pulled on his long hair harshly and yanked his face up. Beads of sweat diluted the thick red blood and they streamed down his face. "Say a little word of advice. Beg him to come get you, beg for your life." She spat as he glared at her. "Oh? Those eyes still have life right? Watch how I pluck them out." She frowned as Abigail released my shirt.

She watched as he stood to his full height. Peering right back at her so intently. It made her blush a little, her gaze inadvertently trailing over the length of him. His tall and lean body. Those contoured muscles on his chest. His broad shoulders. His defined abs. That v-live going straight into his pants. He was so beautiful. So perfectly carved, like one of those statues made by the most illustrious sculptors of ancient Greece. He was right. There was a grain of truth in those tales. Gods were actually beautiful. And she still couldn't believe that she was standing in the presence of one.