Beauty's Blade Novels & Stories

The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans. Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent. But today, the tide had turned.

Zane stilled the blade. “Relax,” he told her. She bit her lip and shifted her weight back down on her feet. “Good girl. We don’t want you to overexert yourself, or get a cramp,” he told her. Once she was back to stand sturdy on her feet, the blade continued its path. When it hit the edge of her panties, it stopped. “I fu king love these,” he huffed. It made Ava smile as she always bought her underwear with him in mind. She was expecting him to drag the blade to each side and cut her out of her panties. Instead, the blade continued straight down until she felt it above her clit. “I need you to hold completely still, angel. The blade is sharp. Do you understand?” he said in a low, deep voice.

“Well, yeah, Dad’s in pretty deep with Blade. It’s either we pay him back or he’s going to sell him to Goddess knows who because of how good his testing and research has been. Blade and his guild beat the shit out of him last week, pardon my language, Ms. Monroe. The doctors have him in a coma right now to help him heal, but he hasn’t woken up yet. They left his head alone, but they must’ve used some silver or wolfsbane laced something when they hit him. They cornered me before I went to the hospital to see him the other day and said if they didn’t get their money back, he was going to be sold, and then they’d come for me. Either way, I need a million dollars as fast as possible.” Auntie’s e

Crystal asked frantically, she had a strong feeling that what she was thinking was right, but she just couldn't bear to hear it yet. “Yes,” Blade spoke up without hesitation. “It is the same night when they burned down our house while both of my parents were resting in their bedroom. When I regained consciousness, I saw a woman wearing a white broad beach hat, a white dress, white pearls, and mittens. She ordered one of her people to kill me.” “Wait, that style... It’s similar to-”

because of her beauty. I was 18 years old when I came to Utopia. They say I have a beautiful physique. My height at that time was 184 cm, my hair was blonde and shiny like gold. And because of taekwondo and other sports that I keep doing, I have a fit and muscular body. I even got an eight-pack in my belly.

She asked excitedly and they all nodded, and clapped their hands excitedly. No…they couldn't…do that to me, right? But one of them produced scissors and clippers from nowhere. “No! Please! I'll do anything…please don't shave my hair.” I screamed as one other girl I hadn't noticed before approached me. Meredith raised a hand to stop the girl, and she smiled at me. “Anything?” She asked. I nodded vigorously. I didn't care how pathetic I looked right now. I would beg…I would do anything…if she shaved off my hair, my parents would be devastated. They wouldn't let me come back either.

The sight sent a rush of heat straight to my groin. Goddess above, give me strength. She was beautiful in a way that made it hard to think. Full hips that swayed when she moved, a narrow waist, and those breasts. Goddess, those breasts. They were heavy, tempting, impossible to ignore. I could almost see the faint outline of her nipples through the damp cloth. My cock twitched, filling against my trousers. Unacceptable. “These are the blades you will learn,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. I handed her a lighter short sword, our fingers brushing. Even that small contact sent heat racing through me. “EdgePoint will not wait for you to master them. They will come for blood.”

Alex did, just to placate her friend. Fresh, hot tears fall down her face and she brushed it away furiously. Grabbing the towel, she squeezed the water out and started cleaning herself, cursing out loud as she wiped the wounds on her left arm. She looked down at the largest and deepest cut and knew that she needs stitches.

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In a space where everything still felt so new and unfamiliar, having someone like Pauline made it feel a little more like home. Pauline was a beautiful girl in her own right—her warm morena complexion gave her a natural glow, and her nose had a graceful curve that added charm to her soft features. Thick, curled lashes framed her round, expressive eyes, making her gaze feel both gentle and sincere. Standing beside Celeste, she was just about the same height, though a little fuller in figure. But Celeste didn’t see it as a flaw—in fact, she believed it was the kind of thing that could be changed easily, if Pauline ever wanted to. To her, Pauline’s beauty wasn’t just in her appearance; it was i