Beauty's Revenge Novels & Stories

“Perfect timing. Just the question I needed. I sent him lots of images—sexy, cute, gorgeous—you know how that is. ‘Am I that unrecognizable?’ I texted. He replied, ‘I don’t believe it. Send me a live video,’ with a pleading emoji. So, I did a boomerang video right there in the salon, with a wink and tongue out. And he went... ‘Beauty, you look gorgeous! How... what... are you for real? I don’t want to sound stupid, but I’m in love with your new look already. You look stunning. I broke up with Beyoncé. How about we meet up? I want to see you again.’” Mrs. Hills was sitting by this point. “My question is: why?” she asked. “Well, why not? I wanted to teach him a lesson. All I need to do is trap

If it were before, I’d have had so many butterflies in my stomach, but right now, I felt nothing but pure disgust and fought the urge to push him away. “I knew you’d understand.” With that, he left. I quickly wiped off his kiss from my forehead. “I’ll get your bath ready, Luna,” Claire said, heading to the bathroom. Resting on the bed’s headboard, I began thinking of how I’d go about my revenge on Mia and Lorenzo. >>>>> >Seer’s Lair< The seer was busy reciting some incantations, while my knees hurt from kneeling for over an hour. I was so done with the whole ritual.

I whispered, “if you try to take more than a second—” (‘Give me control.’) The room blinked out. Not slowly. Not dramatically. Just—dark. When my eyes opened again, I was still standing. My balance wavered for half a second. Like I’d missed a step I didn’t know was there. I looked around. Everything was the same. Machines. Window. Chair. Then I looked at Beauty. And my stomach dropped. The bruising was gone. Not faded. Gone. Color had returned to her cheeks. Her lips were pink again. The strange darkness along her elbow had vanished as though someone had rewritten the last forty-eight hours.

he asked quietly. Beauty folded her arms, satisfied. “Then I’ll expose him too—CIA leaks, memory suppression, secret marriages. The world will eat that up.” She tapped her phone. “Book it. Confirm vendors for tomorrow’s extended rehearsals. I want the ceremony started early... and I want Judah in that suit—ready to say ‘I do’—before anyone changes their minds.” Eric exhaled, unsettled but without dissent. Beauty placed her wine on the table, stepping forward confidently—no longer the vengeful bride, but a strategist launching her coup.

It was also my birthday, but no one remembered it. Marco and the others left and locked the door. The basement was plunged into darkness. Only my corpse silently lay there, but my soul could see everything. I saw the hidden camera flashing red in the ventilation duct. It was recording everything, transmitting it to the cloud storage I had preset. The password was 0713—the day I met Calvin Simmon. How ridiculous. Even my password in this act of revenge was related to him. What was even more ridiculous was that my soul drifted into the banquet hall, where I saw Calvin in a black suit standing beside Susan, looking at her tenderly. My sister, the person who killed me, was wearing a white dress

I smiled and turned to the other sisters I have seen but haven't had a conversation with. “Sisters, I am Beauty. I hope you welcome me to your midst.” The sister with purple eyes and hair smiled and nodded, “I am Violet, you can talk to me anytime.” “Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about the treatment you use for your hair that makes it so dark and shiny! But Black rêve always stops me from doing so, she says I'll scare you away.” The one with bright red lips and a fan in her hand said cheerfully.

Brandon did feel proud of Cassandra. “So what are we up to?” Cassandra glanced over at the plan laid out on the table. The name LAURA’S BEAUTY AND FAME was carefully printed out on the top. It was a document holding every share, shareholders, employees, and everything to do with Laura’s beauty and Fame. Cassandra turned to her mother with teary eyes. In her previous life, she had given her the salon and while she had not taken good care of it, under her care she went out of business and only came back to life when Carlson had taken over.

she belongs only to me. me: " shut up.. check her.. she is having fever.. I called you to give her treatment not to praise her beauty... " Allen rolled his eyes and treated her... me: " when will she get well?? " Allen: " you said you don't have any feelings then why are you caring her..?? " me: " I asked you something.. for that just say the answer.. " Allen: " uff.. you and your stupid revenge..." murmured under his breath then he said..

Zia left the note together with the cellphone Cai had bought her back then on the table before slowly making her way out. Zia made one last glance at him, a tear escaping her eye. She must have brought bad fortune to him. He was cheerful the first time they met at that hospital, with all the money and a peaceful life, but all that seemed to have disappeared the moment she entered his life. It was Zia's hope that he won't have any more problems after taking care of everything that could bother him. At night at one of the top clubs in Konza, Connie made her way into a reserved room. This would be the start of her revenge, it would take long, but with the determination in the woman's eyes earli

She took a deep breath, adjusted her shoe, took her matching silver purse that shone over her black silk halter neck dress. She walked back to the mirror “Oh shit” she cleaned up some smudged red lipstick in her mouth area “Back to perfect” she muttered, a smile formed at the left edge of her mouth. Her glazing skin, soft voice, beautiful cat eyes, and the way her dress hugged every curve on her body, leaving her thighs and back exposed, blonde hair, all looked attractive and irresistible. Her beauty was the exact opposite of her mind. She already made up her mind to cut ties with Olive and Kate since all they advised her to do was forget about Bryan or her revenge missions and just move on