Beauty Privilege Novels & Stories

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 eyebrows were thick and arched with confidence, and her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass, yet her smile—when it came—softened her whole face. Her eyes were the kind that held too many stories and not enough time to tell them all, a deep shade of whisky brown with golden flecks that made them look almost... enchanted. But it was more than just beauty. Nina Blackwood had poise. Grace. That enviable quality where she could sit on a stiff leather chair in a corporate office, sip black coffee, and still feel like she was sipping red wine in a rooftop lounge somewhere in Paris. And yet, she wasn’t intimidating. At least not to me. Not anymore.

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.

She had heard things, heard people becoming a victim of the man-beasts that ruin lives just for the sake of their pleasure and desires. Beauty with poverty is nothing less than a curse, she knew. Where every other man, no matter old or young, rich or poor, married or single, tries to take advantage of you. Of your needs. Tries to use you to warm their beds. She had seen many men doing it.

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 seems to put a drug on her, which makes her have no conscious at all. ”What a beautiful angel that was sent from the heaven. I am sure that you are a priceless treasure” They say that beauty is power, that beauty can be your most powerful weapon. Beauty is something that everyone must attain in order to be treated fairly in this world, but then? There is also saying that 'too much is dangerous'. The fact that Lily Morgan was such a beauty that can even be compared to those beauty that goddesses have. It also makes her feel a doubt whether she can be safe in this kind of world.

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.

Most times I don’t even bathe just for Elyra to wash but here…. Now! Why am I suddenly feeling guilty, guilty to have had the pleasure of witnessing this obscenely gorgeous and luxurious experience If death wasn’t a looming threat I would have wished Elyra to be the one here, right now because she would have loved this. Magical or not, for a girl who’s lived and grown in poverty luxuries like this are rarely ever seen. Such beauty forced into one room, Like comfort shaped specifically to weaken people. Is this a ploy or illusion?

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.