Beauty Privilege Novels & Stories

I wanted him to let the moment sink in the way I wanted it to: not as gossip or rumor but as a fact that would be reported to every place where his name circulated. “Who…” He stopped, as if only the assessment of the name could save him, then his face slackened as recognition and calculation collided. “Oh. That sweet chick. Yeah…so what?” His casual cruelty had always been the worst part. Men like him learned to treat women as inconveniences because they’d never met a man who would make inconvenience mean the end of everything they valued. Tonight they were sitting in a basement and he had no boardroom to hide behind. Ten thousand small privileges had built him up; in one instant they all lo

She had to do something to defend her status as Ashton's main woman. Ashton had no clue what was going on in Sylvia's and Martha's minds. He really didn't understand women's thoughts. "So, what do you think? Once the Complexion Elixir launches, can it turn Summit Beauty's products into trash?" Ashton asked with a profound gaze. He was starting to get excited. He wanted to see the proud Roxy panic and feel helpless. His revenge would only get harsher. He would take back everything he had given Roxy. "As long as the price is right, absolutely! Women's love for beauty is instinctual. The Complexion Elixir is like a real-life filter. It's irresistibly tempting to women!" Sylvia confirmed.

Her lungs fill with the moist air and the steamy rain dampens her face. It is a good thing that she does not wear makeup, otherwise she would have streaks of eyeliner and mascara smudging her face, which is not an attractive look by any means. Not that she was worried about looking good. She knew that she was pretty but she also knew that looks did not make a person. Just because the outside is beautiful, does not mean the inside matches. Just look at her father.

He’s taking a shower like what he always do. Waiting for him to finish, I stared at myself and smiled. I am beautiful, I know. People tend to believe that beauty is an advantage, but they didn’t know that it’s also a burden sometimes. My physical and inner beauty wasn’t enough to let the people I love stay. The hell! I wouldn’t beg for it no more.

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.

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.

“Ugly? Bully? Don't make me laugh…. I’m just telling it like it is honey. Someone has to put people like her in their place.” She smiled. Jessie’s hands clenched into fists, she so much wanted to punch that bitch on the face, but she kept her composure. “No, Kathy. You’re not telling it like it is; Beauty is, in fact, very beautiful ,more beautiful than you with your makeup and all the surgery and personalized daily beauty monitor and treatments, you paid heavily to look like shit and Beauty naturally has it all that's why you feel intimidated and bully her”. “Excuse me what? If I wanted to be like a whale I know how to look like one, eating a hungry whale”.

She said. As the two maids brought out their purses and offered her without considering the huge amount in them, They would offer their las dim to look so beautiful like her, They said beauty is power as many lowly slaves has risen to power with exquisite beauty, They'd make sure they obtain this exquisite beauty and live a comfortable life. "This procedure is priceless! " Valerie added. "Aww, so we can't afford this ?" The so much interested maids complained, they were so sad,

That I was compatible. I thanked myself several times during the evening for my good intuition when it came to choosing a dress. Damien was right when he said it was all image. People weren't interested in your character or your good humor. They just wanted to know if you had the credentials to be among the elite and that credential was acquired through your wealth, or if you're a woman, through your beauty. We are seen as beautiful props next to the multi-millionaires. And the richer you are, the more beautiful and perfect the prop must be.

She had always considered Sylva the least dangerous piece on her board—useful, naive, indebted. But something had shifted. “I made you,” Beauty said flatly. “Everything you have—” “Was earned in spite of you.” The call ended. Beauty stood frozen, staring at her own reflection in the glass door, and for the first time, she saw the cracks. The poise was still there—the grace, the luxury, the carefully constructed mask. But behind it… was desperation. Sylva had turned. Fedora was still standing. Jason—Judah—was out of reach. And Eric?