Beauty's Revenge Novels & Stories

“Thank you goodness, it seems you have also being offended by Ariana because now, unlike before, you’re working hand in hand with me to ruin her, I’m grateful “ she said with a smile on her face and just then, a woman walked in. “Are you going to keep on staring at yourself in the mirror or will you actually come out let’s get to work?’“ she asked rudely and she clenched her fists before letting out a fake smile and then staring at the woman. “I’m so sorry madam” she said as she walked out of the room. She had never felt so humiliated but then, what choice did she have? First of all, she’d being paid a whole lot to get this job done and second of all, she would never die peacefully if she di

Before she could muster a reply, Celeste stumbled out from behind the landscaping, barefoot and clutching her designer heels—looking even more pathetic than Asher's mother. "You little gold-digging slut! What did you do to Asher? How could he possibly want you now?!" My sister was hysterical, her perfect makeup dissolving into muddy streaks. That Asher might suddenly want me? It didn't surprise me. To him, the one he couldn't have was always the prize. Before he had Celeste, she was a goddess. Now, she was worth less to him than a dishrag. I simply took a step back, creating a cold, clean distance. After all, in my last life, I died miserably because of her. And in this one, she tried to hav

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

Years of being treated as trash and less than the rest of the family, she had been left unsure of how to stand up for herself. “Enough”, Reign’s voice echoed through the room. He stood at the doorway, his expression cold and angry. “What is wrong with you two? She’s your sister, not your servant.” Ruby shrugged, feigning innocence. “She doesn’t mind.” “She minds,” Reign snapped, turning to Brooke. “You don’t have to take this, Brooke. Speak up for yourself, even if they’re family.” Brooke met his gaze, tears welling up. She nodded faintly but wasn’t sure she could muster the courage to push back.

A wave of stale air and a muffled scream hit me. As I went down the stairs, a lady came into view. Like she's been waiting for someone to come save her. The stench that hit me, nearly made me dizzy. What the hell...I stepped down the stairs while she began to struggle against the chair. Her scream muffled by the cloth in her mouth. What she wore left very little to the imagination. Her body was scarred with both healed and I healed wounds. I was in disbelief as I shuffled towards her her doe eyes silently pleading with me to rescue her.

“That’s right, Martin. I did it for Mom’s own good. “Don’t you think she’s been acting like a completely different person since she suddenly came back to life? “Situations like this usually mean she needs a man, or, like Rose, she’s just jealous of my good fortune, and so she’s deliberately targeting me. “If it really comes to it, we should just send Mom to a psychiatric hospital.” At that point, I could no longer endure it and violently overturned the coffee table. Everything on it clattered to the floor. Water spilled everywhere as all three of them sprang to their feet, faces filled with terror. I was just about to slap Penny across the face when she suddenly thrust out her stomach and sc

I didn't want to touch the wound, but then I remembered you only took on that suffering for Summer, and… and I didn't like it. Her voice was turning raspier with every passing moment. Her eyes were crimson enough that it felt as though she was one temper away from bursting her veins in her eyes. "How is she better than me? Why is it that she gets to win every time?" I stared at Wendy as if she'd shed her human skin and revealed her grotesque form. The usually gentle and courteous woman was acting like a wench who had gone insane. She flung the door open and wanted to leave, but she softened when she saw the tears on my face. "The stylist will change your clothes." Then, she left just like th

Vanya's eyes narrowed as she glimpsed a blueprint, the final piece she needed to bring Kevin and his company to justice. For a moment, a wave of doubt washed over her. Was this truly the path she wanted to pursue? The price she would pay for her revenge was steep, jeopardizing the trust and love she had glimpsed in Kevin's eyes. But the memory of her father's pain, the injustice he had endured, fueled her resolve. ‌ Carefully, she retrieved her sleek smartphone from her pocket, its glossy surface glimmering in the soft light. With a sense of urgency, she activated the camera app and positioned herself to capture the crucial evidence.

Then, as she stared at herself, the solution clicked into place in her head like a finely-tuned machine. The woman was stunning. She recognized with astonishment that she was aware of reality so abruptly. Her ordeal over the previous several months had etched the beauty of her bones into her face. Even to her own eyes, her new smokey mystery added a sensual, fascinating, and exciting character to her eyes. She hadn't changed her hairdo in years, and now the gorgeous aureole around her face was free from the confines of her regular bun on the back of her head. Her hair was a wheat-colored, streaked blond. She hadn't had the mental energy to rein it that morning since she'd been so preoccupied

It was dark and chilly in basement; there were only two chairs and a dim light. “Put her on the chair” as I commanded “You people can go now she is mine to deal with” they all nodded and went upstairs. I looked at the beauty; her face features were delicate and pure. She looked more beautiful in real life; she is not worth taking revenge but I can’t change my decision because of how beautiful she is; I can’t forget my motive at last she has to suffer no matter what.