Beauty Novels & Stories

Beauty looks sternly at me as if she recognized me from somewhere, which I clarify as–force. A few minutes later, I kept quiet, not replying to her. I just scanned through her body figure from her sitting position. She seated like royalty. Imperial born. Beauty crossed her slim shiny legs with Elegances, with her palm- knotted together on the edge of her crossed knee. I slowly stare at her eyes and watch her stare back through mine. I sit down closer to her with my face plain. Beauty's lips looked small but pulp, a dark peach color. Her eyelid is so damn long. Her eyebrow is so thick and dark and

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.

Esrath: “Okay.” I get up and brush my hair as I throw on my mother's Prom Dress that was a navy-blue cocktail dress that had an ombre affect to it, I threw on my black laced heels that went about my knee; I applied lipstick on my lips that were chapped but took it off to apply chap stick on them to soften them up, I then applied the plum shaded lipstick to my lips. My mother had given me her pearl set which included a pearl and Saphire bracelet and earrings that were laced with gold streaks, it also had a pearl necklace that was also laced with gold streaks in it and had real diamond shards inside of them. I then put some deodorant on and applied the Beyonce perfume that smelt like rosebuds

" She muttered moving close to them. “I'm telling you, beautiful ladies are everywhere!” Ethan exclaimed. Tiffany shook her head. “You're not looking for substance, Ethan. Beauty is more than physical appearance.” Camille chimed in, “Actually, I think beauty is a combination of confidence, intelligence, and kindness. Physical appearance is just the icing.” Tiffany nodded vigorously. “Exactly! Camille gets it.” Ethan chuckled, holding up his hands. “Alright, alright. I'm outnumbered.” Tiffany clapped hands with Camille, a victorious smile on her lips as she stared at Ethan.

The landscape was a breathtaking expanse of the northern Rocky Mountains of Colorado, a beautiful fusion of rugged peaks and verdant valleys. As Alexandra rode, she marveled at the natural beauty surrounding her. The sky was a brilliant canvas of blue, the air crisp and clean. The musky scent of pine mingled with the earthy aroma of the soil, creating a fragrance that was distinctly wild and free. The mountains stood majestic and tall, their jagged peaks dusted with snow. The tranquil beauty of the area was captivating, filling her with a sense of peace and calm.

“I doubt he would look at me in that way. Noor, the man is perfect in everything. A man like him deserve great women not someone like me. Sometimes I really wish I was slimmer and sexy like you Noor.” “Hey stop it. You’re beautiful Maya. You should know that in this world there are two types of beauties. The first one is the physical beauty and the second one is the inner beauty. Maya, you don’t lack in either. You’re both beautiful in and out. What is the point of being beautiful physically and lack the second type of beauty? Men like Christian Ambrose are seeking out for real women not jokes.” S

"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 h

Kid is fucking something. I shoot a quick text to After and Knight to watch Jo get inside since I know the two are outside smoking a joint. “My ass is gonna be huge if I keep this up,” Beauty says as she takes a big bite of ice-cream. “Since when are you worried about your ass, it looks great to me.” I'm surprised she even cares about shit like that. I read the message from After quick, just to make sure she can see Jo. Slipping my phone in my pocket I lean my shoulder on the wooden wall right by the entrance as I cross my ankles.

She almost smiled at how good the rich treatment was. She knew rich people enjoy some privilege but not up to the extent of getting their scalp massaged while getting their hair styled or getting their eyebrows carved. No wonder they always looked insanely great. All these beauty products for one body? If that person comes out ugly then that person can't be beautiful again for life.

This wasn't a peaceful retreat; it was a military compound disguised as a luxury estate. The heavy doors swung inward, revealing a cavernous, coldly modern entryway lined with dark slate floors and floor-to-ceiling glass windows that looked out into the white abyss of the storm. The interior was massive, boasting clean lines and expensive minimalist furniture, but it possessed zero warmth. It felt like a museum dedicated to isolation.