Beauty's Revenge Novels & Stories

TWELVE YEARS LATER, (12 yrs) At 20 years old, Jeisin was more pretty, good looked, intelligent, confident, ambitious, charmed and smart. She had a pure fair, soft built skin as her long dark brown hair moved straight on her back. Her cute face had glowed with her beautiful big blue eyes. And she has a sweet blossom soft lips. Her beauty has became incomparable. As she strongly resemble her mother, Miss Rayal in appearance and in benevolent. Then from her father's side, Annes as she resemble him in cheerfulness and in compassion.

Her voice rose to a shriek that hurt their ears. "I can't pay back one hundred million dollars! I'll lose everything!" For the first time, her sweet, innocent mask was completely gone. Mom and Dad stared at this stranger wearing their daughter's face. This woman screaming and cursing looked nothing like their gentle Celeste. For twenty years, they had believed she was their perfect angel. They had thought I was the cold, selfish one. But now they could see the truth. All my quiet acceptance hadn't been weakness. It had been strength.

she commented and came closer. “Like me” she drawled, her sloth eyes twinkling as her beautiful face turned into a pale ash colour. “Disgusting, I would rather be human than an ugly creature like you” Lucy spat calmly. Iris frowned and touched her face,clearly displeased but she masked it with a smirk. “So? At least I can squash that beautiful face of yours with my abilities” she retorted and sat down on a chair. A few minutes later her maid arrived, with bloody hands holding a stash.

A girl murmured. "Yeah. Hey newbie, what do you think?" Another girl asked and looked at Sophia. "Disgusting!" Sophia scoffed and shook her head in disarray at what the girls call nice. She didn't notice that she was already crying in self-pity until the tears wetted her flawless cheeks. Swinging her boobs, the girl on stage turned her backside and shook her ass before walking out of the stage as another girl followed. It went on till number sixteen, when the girl walked up to the stage, Sophia's innocent face and half naked body was revealed. The men turned their attention to her instead of the girl on stage.

" And her. You look familiar. " " We haven't met properly but you've met my sister. " Beauty scoffed. " Oh, you're that little bitch sister." " She's not a bitch." Shawn snapped. " Looks like you've bought yourself a rescue." " I want my nephew." Beauty said and she chuckled. " You're not getting him. He's my contingency plan. " " I am and I will. You're not stopping me." Beauty said and she brought out her gun. Mason and Alessio drew their weapons too.

Zion was over the moon and said, “Thank you Dad for giving us your blessing. I will take Tamara to my Grandmother's tomorrow; she will be overjoyed.” “I heard that my ex-wife was beaten badly by her prison cell inmate. Is it true?” asked Uncle Timothy. Zion smiled and replied, “I transferred Auntie Grace to Beauty’s prison cell because I was very angry and they also shared the same behavior. Beauty killed all the members of her family and Auntie Grace tried to kill my gorgeous sister-in-law and the babies. I felt that they both have a black heart. Beauty is ruthless. I wanted to teach her a lesson. Tamara cried so much when the babies’ heart rate was low, and I vowed that I would take reveng

So she had to fulfill her ultimate desire to seek revenge no matter what the cost. Upon arriving at her condominium, she took a glimpse of her reflection in the large mirror as she moved closer, looking at her transformed appearance. She was undeniably beautiful before, but she found herself even more captivating now. Her hazel eyes added a striking attraction to her features, accentuated by long, fluttering eyelashes and a petite, pointed nose. Her V-shaped face and luscious, rosy lips completed the picture of her enhanced beauty.

The man scowled in annoyance, glared at me, and then turned to throw his body back on the sofa. Useless man. "So ... how are you going to seduce him? I'm sure a young boss like him is used to being around beautiful women, if you only use your beauty, I think it's useless," Bastian said without looking at me. "Ah, I learned it from a movie, I'll spill my drink on his lap, then stare into his eyes for three seconds, creating an unusual impression, so he'll be curious about me," I replied quickly. After hearing my words, Bastian's brow furrowed, his lips pursed, and his eyes narrowed. I don't know what part of my plan made the man react like that.

"There's another one. Two months ago. Different girl. Fuck, Olive, there are at least five different women in the past year." I stared at the screen. At the proof. At the pattern. "You're going to that game." Her eyes were fierce. "You're going to walk in looking absolutely devastating. Head held high." "I don't want revenge—" "This isn't about revenge. This is about you remembering who the fuck you are." She squeezed my arm. "You're Olive Monroe. You're smart, you're beautiful, you don't take shit from anyone when you're not being manipulated by mediocre men."

When I finally see her up close, I can tell immediately that life hasn’t been kind to her, but that’s no surprise. Actions, especially those as shady, evil, and heartless as hers, have consequences, after all, so she got exactly what she deserved. Whereas she once had an exuberant, full-of-life, and ageless beauty, now, she looks subdued, scared, tired, and vulnerable, although she’s still beautiful. She tries to look brave as she comes up to the stage for her award, but she seems so scared and vulnerable that I kind of feel sorry for her, which isn’t good, because what I'm after is my revenge, and by God, I’ll get it.