Beauty's Revenge Novels & Stories

I said, barely aware I had spoken aloud. The camera zoomed in on her face, capturing the curve of her lips as she smiled and my stomach rumbled within. How? How was this possible? “She is alive,” I muttered. “Ariana is alive! Is this some kind of joke?” “She’s the owner of the new brand, sir,” my assistant said, interrupting my funny thoughts. “Vicious Beauty is the brand's name. They launched tonight, and the event is… trending globally.” I could barely hear her.

It seems that you are dragged into this mess to do what you are doing,” Regina advised. “Beauty of any kind is at the eyes that look at it; there are many counterfeit faces in this modern age: plastic faces, surgical faces, cream faces and pancake faces. Nature endows one with supernatural beauty. The fact is that whatever way beauty is made, artificial or supernatural, it is still beauty at the eyes that look at it. If my husband accepts my abject character which you found out, you have no right to stop me from putting on anything,” Vivian emphatically declared.

She had to do something to defend her status as Ashton's main woman. Ashton had no clue what was going on in Sylvia's and Martha's minds. He really didn't understand women's thoughts. "So, what do you think? Once the Complexion Elixir launches, can it turn Summit Beauty's products into trash?" Ashton asked with a profound gaze. He was starting to get excited. He wanted to see the proud Roxy panic and feel helpless. His revenge would only get harsher. He would take back everything he had given Roxy. "As long as the price is right, absolutely! Women's love for beauty is instinctual. The Complexion Elixir is like a real-life filter. It's irresistibly tempting to women!" Sylvia confirmed.

"Well you will see,I just want to slap back at everyone of the that bullied my sis and made her life horrible ,am going to be announced face of the company soon..mor should I say Beauty will be announced the face of the company" "I know you two are identical but Bea is not this slim you know,and impersonating your twin?,what if Bruno started developing feeling for you?"I asked ,my hands spread out in the air. "Well for the body, let's call it surgery and for Bruno,then we will know he doesn't love Beauty enough" She said and winked. I was disturbed ofcourse,this is the lamest revenge game ever ,though they're very identical in appearance,I just hope this doesn't cause more problem in the fut

"No more questions, Beauty, I'm not here to be inquired." "Fine, but one last question, please?" She begged through her eyes. "Fine," "What are you planning on doing with her? As in, of course, you can't kill her so what will you do?" She asked, something naughty appearing in her eyes. Beauty wasn't just a bartender, she was also a female pimp that pimped girls out to male wolves. "Why?" "I was just thinking-" "No,beauty, she's not a whore." "Oh, crap," she pouted at my reply.

Would she start to regret having to pretend to be her boyfriend? She had been absolutely right the previous afternoon, when she'd thought that confidence wouldn't last long. Less than a day into the revenge and she was already bursting with anxiety and tension. - Not really together... - Missy reinforced, talking to her sister to try to distract her mind from those troubling ideas - It's really just to annoy... You know who. - Melissa Edith Sutton is taking revenge on someone... – Megan repeated to herself slowly – Hell must be frozen over at this hour.

My God. My smirk faded and turned into a surprised expression. She was…beautiful. Her doe hazel eyes, puffed lips, and that fucking perfect hourglass-shaped body. And her braces are gone. Her peach coat hung perfectly on her shoulders as the tight buttons of her black shirt were ready to pop out. By seeing her expression, I can say she’s as shocked as I am. “Rowan,” I heard her muttering as I quickly changed my expression into the snarky one.

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.