Beauty Privilege Novels & Stories

“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.

Seraphina I was one of those women who knew they were beautiful I’ve always known that my beauty is a weapon. It’s the kind of looks that stop traffic, the kind that makes powerful men stammer and forget their own names. My husband, Arthur, bought that beauty fair and square in an arranged marriage that looked great on paper and even better in society magazines.

I had no idea why I suddenly contracted it, maybe the world just hated me that much. Even if I wanted treatment, money was a problem. My salary and savings wouldn’t cover the operation. And Vercel’s money? Forget it. I hadn’t touched a single penny since we married. The only things I used were the clothes he bought for me; as for jewelry, I wore sparingly, afraid that I might lose it. “Ms. Sky, there’s still hope. You can’t give up on your life. Bruises from extreme sports… now self-inflicted wounds… Please, cherish your life.”

He wasn't going to console her or try digging deep into why she was crying. " You know what Carlos, once I thought that I was really beautiful and special, and that with my accomplishments at such a young age, I could get everything that I've ever wanted. But look at me, alone, abused, depressed, with nothing at all," Elvira said in pain.

Georgina said while staring at her. I scoffed in disbelief after what she said. "I don't see any exceptional beauty in her. She's beautiful because she has makeup, true beauty lies when there's no makeup on," I replied. While talking about her, we still could see some of the popular people approaching her. They were getting along easily even though it was her first time being here. What's with that woman that she has a connection with almost all the people in this place? I couldn't stop my curiosity at her.

She's a goddess in every sense of the word to me, even though she's messy regarding paperwork, and I find her cute every time she makes mistakes. For fuck sake. This is new to me. I'm used to women complimenting and flirting me every day, and I ignore them as they only want my money, to bed, and to be fuck. But Beauty is somehow an exception to this. I exhaled heavily, and Beauty's eyes stared at me sweetly. My rock-cold heart melted, and the wall that I built around to protect myself from everything vanished. She smiled a little bit at me, giving me comfort and assurance.

If there were things about women being goddesses of beauty, then it was going to be this unknown woman standing in front of her. But she immediately shaked the thoughts off by reminding herself why she was there and why she was meeting the woman standing before her. "As you can see, this is a shop for the privileged. To spell it out to you since you might be of low comprehension, it is a shop for the billionaires and those higher. People who can afford to spend millions of dollars and more on just an item" she said and gave her a scornful look from head to toe. " Looking at you, you don't look like one to be able to afford half of even such an amount. So do yourself the good of leaving befor

I glance up at her face—flawless, like all of us. We’re all beautiful. That’s our curse. Perfect skin, perfect bodies, hair like silk. We don't even have to work for it. We didn’t ask for it. We didn’t earn it. But it’s why we’re here. Why we’re owned. My eyes flick to the girls here. They’re beautiful, too. Maybe not perfect, but unique. And there’s something sacred in that. We're just pushed into these molds to 'perfect' us. We're copies of each other.