Beauty Is Painful Novels & Stories

I kept quiet during his outburst . " Do you like to drink that bitter gourd juice?" I again kept quiet . " Look it's not a bad thing that you are making effort to look good it's bad when you pretend you are not because every time a woman sees you who are insecure inside will question the creator that why didn't the creator made them beautiful but what they don't see that everyone is beautiful own their own way and most women on social media or anywhere had to struggle so much to maintain the so call high standard of beauty by going through such painful procedure and I don't want Angel or any other women feel that they are not beautiful as you guys . If you are making an effort then it's a go

The five children still connected to seals are walking through it all with blank faces, pulled by compulsion that’s stronger than agony, their bodies moving mechanically toward the Pain entity while tears stream down their faces. Confluence is the only one still standing and he’s walking toward the entity with that same detached curiosity he’s shown since birth, completely unaffected by the suffering radiating off everything around him. “Interesting,” he says conversationally to the Pain. “You’re not actually causing new pain, just amplifying what already exists. Bringing old wounds to the surface and making them fresh. Very efficient use of your nature.” The Pain focuses on him and I can fe

I am no one but just a plain Celestine. Yes, I am beautiful, had a white skin tone ready for glutathione’s endorsement, tall, sexy, with rounded hips, and long smooth thighs. Qualities I have but I am not proud of. Because despite those qualities is a misery. I was like a woman chained inside a cage. Unable to breathe and full of suffering. What is the use of these qualities that every woman wanted and dream to have when in return is torture?—A continues suffering that is killing me slowly.

Kendrick lightly touched Sig's back with a finger, almost knocking him over, "Well now you won't be in trouble with her, will you?" "I-I guess so." Sig held his shoulder and then gave Kendrick a puzzled look about how he'd complimented his wife, "You-you think she's beautiful?" "Of course. Don't you?" "Well, yes, of course! But...you're..." "Beauty is something we giants appreciate in its many forms." Kendrick admitted. "But...perhaps I'm getting soft in my years." Sig shook his head, "I...I never would've guessed that coming from...well...you."

, "No life can be able to change his destiny as it was written since before we were born. I see the light in you above the people. Your light is like the lightness of this stone l am holding firmly in my hand. That's why you have to prepare for life and endure from all it's pain. Take it" Jeisin raised her head and looked at him. "Take it child" he added before Jeisin moved her knees slowly close and collect the white stone from Mr. Annes. She couldn't get her sight away from the miracle stone. As she saw it like she was watching the movement of her lifetime. "Jeisin, you will face the hardship of life. But this stone will wipe your tears whenever you see through it. However, you will be wel

Is this man not only mentally ill, but also narcissistic? Brene Brian calmly wipes her hair with a cotton towel, her body is perfect in every line, she is more beautiful than all the men she has seen on TV, a person with such looks and strength, for a reason. Why pretend to be an ugly, sick person? As if sensing her gaze, Brene Brian raised his eyes to look, Sweet Pea immediately withdrew his gaze, put down the towel and said: "Are you going to stay like that?"

I couldn't help but ask. "Honestly, it is." She informed me , a shrugged followed immediately before she went on. "But then, you know this saying that beauty comes with pain. So, like this is one of the pains girls have to go through to look pretty and sexy." She explained before quickly taking a glance at her phone as it beeped beside her. "Well, not me. I can't go through such pains just to look good. Thanks. But, no thanks." I replied with a laugh. "Of course you can't. I can and I will. Beauty is pain." She argued.

Something so heavy I couldn’t breathe. Melody laughed. Actually laughed. A sharp, gleeful, insane sound that sliced straight into my skull. “Oh, this is beautiful,” she crooned, wiping a fake tear from her eye. “Look at her. Look at the way she breaks. It’s… art. Such a beautiful piece that would be worth more than millions.” I couldn't believe I was hearing. How could she compare my pain to an artwork? She... She was insane. She was sick. A lunatic.

She's a calculated bitch in designer heels. Her lips are full, courtesy of vials and vials of filler. Cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass, fake breasts that defy gravity, and a BBL that makes her silhouette scream artificial. How the hell I ever thought this woman was attractive is beyond me. Now, I can't stand the sight of her. My tastes have changed. Evolved and refined. I want something real. And that's Beatrice. She's real body, mind, and soul. No plastic mask behind a pretty face, no ulterior motive or angle. She's not here for my name and what that could give her, and that makes her more irresistible than any polished facade like Moris could ever be.

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.