Beauty Is Painful Novels & Stories

She didn't offer a smile, but there was a flicker of quiet, knowing pity in her eyes that made my chest tighten. Karl dragged me past her, his heavy leather boots thudding rhythmically against the slate floor as he led me up a sweeping floating staircase. The tiny silver derringer pressed painfully against my front pocket with every step, a secret weight that felt heavier by the second. I wanted to scream, to fight back, to tear my arm out of his vice-like grip, but exhaustion had completely hollowed me out. My muscles ached from the violent shootout at the loading dock, and my brain was entirely fried from the realization that Karl’s own father had tried to sell my life away.

Mine does too, But I learnt to smile, Against all odds. Heartbreak, Trauma, Depression, They made a home in me, Did they try same with you too? You're the kind of broken, That people far and wide, Would one day come to watch. Your scars would be beautiful, It'll shine for all to see. You're a different kind of beautiful, You're broken beautiful. A masterpiece, Most times isn't perfect. It's the flaws, That creates art. Be proud of yourself,

Omotayo My back ached terribly from sitting in one position for too long. Ini had spent over three hours trying to supposedly 'bring out my beauty' as she called it but I only saw it as a waste of time since I know I'll still look great even without the excessive use of makeup. "I swear Tayo, anyone that sees you now will think you're on your way to a funeral," she tells me and I furrow my brows confused. "What am I doing wrong now?" I asked her and she responded by making me look at the mirror in front of me.

Only then could you exude that kind of melancholic beauty. 'It turns out that the beauty of melancholy is only for people on the outside. The pain that the person who exudes the beauty of melancholy had to endure is something that people on the outside could never feel.' 'Sabrina, I've never felt that kind of pain until I am thirty. I don't want that kind of melancholic beauty anymore. I want my life to keep being sweet. I really can't take all these blows that suddenly came one after another. You can say that I am a coward. It doesn't matter whatever you say about me.'

Though laid back, he still enjoyed the view and the expressions Beauty makes when desire hits her hard. The way she trembled when the second prince enters her pussy hole, going in and out of her gently, making her so comfortable as she relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure, and seeing her relax, the third prince who had been caressing her body and butt suddenly struck his finger into her butt hole causing her to scream and stiffen up. Beauty felt like she had been stabbed, it was so painful and uncomfortable. Her mind blurred as she trembled hard. This was something she wasn't expecting but now that the fingers were in her anal, caressing her walls and loosening her up, the pain slowly eased and

The process was painful, more than the other ones I did before but the number and class of people I saw here told me they were good at their jobs. Whenever they did something that was painful I just bit my lower lip to hold back the groan that threatened to leave my mouth, sometimes I can't hold it back but whichever way beauty is pain, so I still manage to endure. I noticed hands started reducing and I could tell they were rounding up, after sitting down for hours all I wanted to do was give my butt a break, finally the hands on my hair retreated and I heard the ladies say “You can look at yourself now” I didn't wait another second before opening my eyes, anxious to see my new look after si

He was the unexpected person who helped me. I also wore some black boots and strapped them to my feet. After getting dressed I took red lipstick and applied it to my lips. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that I was presentable. I was amazed at my reflection. I don't think that I'm this beautiful and I inherited this beauty from my mother. I could also see the scratches and scars on my face but these wounds have already healed but the wound in my heart doesn't. I'm still having a hard time but I hope that one day I wake up and this pain I feel will go away. On that day, I will be happy in life even if I am alone. I just smiled and look at myself while brushing my hair. I'm a brave wo

I don't know what things Mom has added to it but she has done a great job making it. After half an hour of soaking in the bathtub, I flush the ruined water and fill the tub with clean water. Soon I get out of the tub and starts drying my body before applying a thin layer of rose oil to add moisture and glow to my pale skin. I look at the mirror and my eyes directly go towards my completely shaven private area. At first, I didn't want to get Brazilian waxed but Hannah insisted me that this would be the best. Although it's not my first time getting waxed down there but still it feels a little awkward to display nudity in front of unknown people.

“well I’m guessing you’re asking because I took a huge spoon of ice-cream, well it has been forever since I took something as nice as this, and mom makes sure to come search my freezer, and shelf, once In a while so... there you have your answer” “well you’re supposed to finish up a story, just so you know” I look at her, as she uses her pinkie finger to scratch her jaw. She looks so beautiful without make-up, her beautiful skin glowing in the mini light from the open curtain, even her mom, jean looks so nice from the waist side, and I’m thinking it is her brand, I look at her a plan popping into my head. “hey what if you make a video of you wearing this trouser, and the you show your skin a

A woman has been given an attachment to makeup and a desire to look even more beautiful. “Not praising you is like not liking God’s creation.” Irene sighed. “Beauty lovers can’t stop praising beauty, Hazel. This is not a concern or issue.” But Hazel had nothing to do with this matter. She was anxious only because of Daud, not her beauty. Her beauty was just the reason, not the cause or harm. “Like a different flower in the garden with the most pleasant smell.” Irene sighed dreamingly, leaning back and resting her back against the bench’s headboard.