Beauty Is Pain Novels & Stories

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—"

After making sure Lumi was safe with Logan, I no longer felt attached to this world. No scenery—no matter how breathtaking—could ever compare to Lumi's smile. But I knew I couldn't see her anymore. My hair had fallen out in clumps, and my body was all but skin and bones. She'd be terrified if she saw me like this. Logan was right about one thing. I was a vile woman, and if Lumi stayed with me, she'd grow up rotten too. So I just scrolled through photos and videos of her over and over again on my phone.

“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…”

It was only as the pain faded that his body started to react to Harper in a different way. He could say with confidence he’d never had that reaction from anyone else who’d massaged his muscles during spasms. His muscles were now loose and far less painful, but he was still hard and aching. What was she doing to him? He still found her far too average compared to his usual supermodel-type girlfriends, but there was something compelling about her that drew him in.

I nodded at my Beta, and ran out across the trail without looking back. As the rage took over, so did the wolf. I fell onto my hands as they turned black with my fur coat, the pain almost unbearable as it sliced through my gut and made it hard to breathe. I never knew pain like this before, and I could only assign it to the fact that out there in the Land of The Witches, my mate was in pain. Worse pain than she’d ever been in, because this was worse than the night she almost died. It seemed that death was a sweeter blow than whatever was happening now.

“Oh, yes. It’s real. It’s part of people's fantasy, you know. And those that love a medley of pain and pleasure are regarded as sadists. They get super turned on by stuff like this.” I gape my mouth in an ‘o' not able to slam it shut. I want pleasure but not pain. I can’t stand that. I just can’t. She slings her arm on my shoulder and whispers. “It might sound shitty to you but when your body gets molded into it, you can’t demand pleasure without it being spiced by pain. Trust me.” I don’t like her words. I don’t like the fact she openly tells me pains work hand in hand with pleasure. It’s sickening. For a moment there, my mind beings to reel with thoughts about Dima being a sadist as she ta

Pain, pain. A beautiful melody it whispers. It treats your tears as diamonds. Your sorrow is its happiness. It preys on it,feeds on it,worships it. Only if pain could feel what I feel. Hugging my knees, crouched in the bath tub I sobbed. I laughed in between my sobs. Tears stung my eyes. The scars and claw marks that run across my back and decorated my torso and arms didn't beat the pain betrayal brought.

She felt like a prisoner being returned to a cell that was far too beautiful to be called a jail. It was almost midnight when Brandy returned to her room in the Regal Garden. The house was silent, but the silence felt heavy. She took off her wet clothes in the bathroom and stood under the warm shower, the white and delicate skin quickly turning pink under the heat. Her beauty was like white jade, pristine yet fragile. But Brandy's spirits were low, though she tried to appear strong.

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.

When she touched her cheek, her fingers came away with traces of blood from where the soap had scraped too deeply. "Let this be a lesson," Irene said, finally releasing Beverly's shoulders. "Beauty is a privilege, not a right. And privileges can be taken away." Beverly stared at herself in the reflection of Diro's computer screen. Her face was red and irritated, her lips swollen and cracked. She looked worse than she had before the makeup—she looked damaged. "Now," Diro said, settling back into his chair, "do we understand each other?" Beverly nodded automatically, her face throbbing with every movement.