Beauty Novels & Stories

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** MONTH'S LATER *** AMBER *** "You're doing great Bella. But you lack poise and confidence. I want you to walk like a peacock with pride. flaunt that beautiful feathers for everyone to admire. when they see you, all they should think of is Grace" My catwalk instructor Ann told me. "so don't hold back on anything" she adds I slightly nod my head with a smile as I recalled events earlier before today.

"Of course you wouldn't have. It's not safe out there Emma. We talked about this." "I was careful." "Even people who were careful eventually died to it." "It? You mean the beast?" "Yes." "But nothing happened. I'm fine." "That's not good enough. What if it did attacked? You wouldn't know if you were in trouble until it was already too late." "Dad. What is this beast? Why are you so afraid of it?" "I'm afraid to see my daughter killed by its vicious claws over some little boy she just met. Especially when she's suppose to stay away from them."

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.

The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal. However, what caught Ciara's attention was a seemingly ordinary-looking mirror hanging next to the desk. Standing at a distance, Ciara could see the faint outline of herself reflected inside it. The shadow slowly transformed into a strange woman, who waved her hand to signal for Ciara to come closer. Usually, Ciara's curiosity was not very strong, but now there was something urging her to approach it. Ciara seemed to lose control, her eyes slowly losing focus. She was like a puppet being manipulated as she took slow steps towards the mirror. Just as her hand was abo

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

***Explicit 18+*** "I've missed the warmth of your pussy, the feel of it. God Ginevra, you're so fucking perfect." I rasped and tightened my grip on her. I began rocking her against me ever so gently with parted lips. Her tight pussy very often gripping unto my dick, taking me hostage with each rock against me and a loud scream finally escaped from the back of my throat. *** The game of chess is one love cannot salvage. When the king and the queen come out to play, they have no other goal set before them if not going at each other's throat for the kill until a winner emerges. This is the game of the mafia, the game that'd never allow Love exist between two rival

I was just too unsophisticated. A professional stripper raised in the hoods. "And who is this beautiful lady?" Mr. Leonardo asked, catching my attention. "Oh, this is my fiancee." Mark finally introduced. I nearly rolled my eyes again, but instead forced a professional smile. A smile that seemed real after so many months of practice. Being a stripper is huge work. "Pleasure to meet you princesa." He complimented while I gave a warm smile. "And you too Mr. Leo." I said before he gave Mark a knowing look.

Her expression was a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, the kind of look that challenged you to prove your worth. "Now, I know what you're all thinking – another beauty product promising miracles. But, I assure you, the Rejuvenating Explosion is not just a product; it's an experience. It's a journey to rediscovering your inner radiance, to unlocking your natural beauty. It's about feeling confident, empowered, and beautiful in your own skin."

"You see physio, you're beautiful, to be beautiful it's not about dressing sexy, the word sexy does not converge with beauty, always be natural, being beautiful is not about putting on a kilogram of powder on his face, always stay fresh, the important thing is that you are comfortable in your body, never try to impress others again at the expense of your reputation, it's not worth it , youth is ephemeral let's live there in moderation and everything will be fine, never again be fooled by fashion or your beauty ”...... still blows his conscience "Then no more much makeup"......she said as she washed her face "And also learn to be

Her eyes were captivating even though they were sparkling with intensity or that cold gaze. Everytime she walked I'd notice her body. Her figure was graceful and proportionate, it had curves that accentuated her femininity. She possessed an air of confidence in her posture and movements, being elegant was her middle name. Before getting lost in her small smile and surprised face, I tried to think about how beauty extends far beyond physical attributes. About how a person's inner qualities, such as kindness, intelligence, compassion, and confidence, contribute significantly to their overall beauty. I tried to remind myself how sh