Novel & Cerita Beauty Inside Reviews

They were unique and so I took pride in them. Bea lifted my chin and brushed her thumb over my lips, “naturally pink plump lips. They don’t even need lipstick to highlight them. Long and dense eyelashes that could be the dreamcatcher of even the gods. Silky soft skin standing in the perfect shade. Neither too tanned nor too pale — just perfect.” The staff entered my room with hangers of dresses, jewelleries, heels, perfumes and soaps. I looked at Bea, my heart restlessly skidding in my chest.

Beauty has to come from the inside so that it can spread to the outside. ‘Hahahahaha ok chomee, let me leave you to your work. I’m off to the library.’ ‘Ok bye.’ Boy was I glad that Anna left. I secretly wished to be Sharon. Sharon didn’t look like your ordinary girl. She looked like she walked out of a magazine, photoshopped, and everything. Her skin was very glossy. I don’t know what she used for her skin but it must have been expensive. Maybe she didn’t even bath with water from our planet earth. Maybe hers came with special tanks from another planet. Sharon was very beautiful.

TWELVE YEARS LATER, (12 yrs) At 20 years old, Jeisin was more pretty, good looked, intelligent, confident, ambitious, charmed and smart. She had a pure fair, soft built skin as her long dark brown hair moved straight on her back. Her cute face had glowed with her beautiful big blue eyes. And she has a sweet blossom soft lips. Her beauty has became incomparable. As she strongly resemble her mother, Miss Rayal in appearance and in benevolent. Then from her father's side, Annes as she resemble him in cheerfulness and in compassion.

"You can't go out into the world and ask the world: am I beautiful? You have to tell the world you're beautiful. You can't wait for anybody else's opinion. The mirror reflects, it doesn't define. You define. The icing on the cake doesn't change the inside. It just changes the outer surface but the outer surface isn't important. The inside is what's most important. Who you are on the inside. What you are on the inside. Your talent, your potential, how special you are." She looked up at him, surprised. "Turn to the next page." He told her and she compiled. "The beauty of a woman is not by the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman i

"Don't bother. I just came back from checking them out. Honestly, the Complexion Elixir delivers astonishing results. This demo barely shows what it's capable of! I'm convinced it's a revolutionary beauty product. The Complexion Elixir is set to take over the entire beauty market!" "Are you sure about that? I still have my doubts. Is it really that impressive?" "It's true. Results like these can't be faked! I'm certain word of mouth will spread quickly!" "Ladies, I've read hundreds of reviews and even tried it myself. I swear on my conscience that the Complexion Elixir is nothing short of a miracle beauty product. It's going to be a lifesaver for all of us! "Compared to the Complexion Elixir

Each page provided thorough information about a new product line. As she started her presentation, her voice was strong and authoritative. She announced, "This is the 'Beauty by Medicine' series, specifically created to address people battling acne scars and blemishes. The benefits will start to show within only a week." Her words lingered in the air, heavy with possibility and fresh ideas. Conrad, one of the important investors at the firm, agreed with Julia as he nodded his head. He had complete faith in Julia's skills and abilities. Besides, his sister's credentials as a healer were bolstered by the fact that she had studied under a well-known figure in the field.

"Majority promote what they see,but I promote what I feel. No matter how beautiful our product appears,it would still lack this feel. Outer beauty may attract once but it's only the inside beauty that attracts for a lifetime. And I wish to make our product beautiful from both outside and inside " His heart suddenly started beating faster in his chest. He just couldn't believe she wrote these words. The second last para...he said these words to her. What a manipulate bit** she is.He thought. For someone to write something of this sort,they must first feel what a ugly person feels. But how could she know? Staring back at her beautiful face in the picture. It was another game of hers,he knows.

Eva answered. "Oh! I'm sorry! I was just curious." The girl bowed a little while apologizing, but Eva could clearly see that the girl was insecure about her looks. "It's okay, but you know what? You are beautiful just the way you are. You don't need to meet the beauty standards which people have created nowadays. You look beautiful." The girl's eyes sparkled hearing those words. She thought that maybe, like all spoiled brats, Eva would too insult her or treat her rudely, but no, she didn't. That's when the girl realized that not everyone was the same. Respect filled her eyes for Eva.

Every subtle movement of hers fascinated me, drawing all my attention toward her and making me unable to look away. Unlike those women I had met at the restaurant whose faces were covered in layers of makeup, Elena's natural beauty outshone all those fake touches. Her innocent face was a true reflection of her kind-hearted heart. She wasn't putting on a persona to get people's attention. She was simply being herself. This authenticity only amplified every aspect of her beauty. Some women only showed off their external beauty while their inner ones were rotten to the core. Nevertheless, Elena embodied both inner and outer grace effortlessly. And this was what made her special.

Her eyebrows were thick and arched with confidence, and her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass, yet her smile—when it came—softened her whole face. Her eyes were the kind that held too many stories and not enough time to tell them all, a deep shade of whisky brown with golden flecks that made them look almost... enchanted. But it was more than just beauty. Nina Blackwood had poise. Grace. That enviable quality where she could sit on a stiff leather chair in a corporate office, sip black coffee, and still feel like she was sipping red wine in a rooftop lounge somewhere in Paris. And yet, she wasn’t intimidating. At least not to me. Not anymore.