Beauty's Revenge Novels & Stories

Within those two years, with Ethan's help, I had undergone plastic surgery, transforming my body into perfection. The process was painful. I cried. I had wished I died instead. I loathed Ethan for making me pass through pain. I even begged him to kill me at some point. But now standing here with the red sundress on my body hugging me in all the right places, the pain was worth it. I looked like a model that men would actually kill to have. And there was only one thing left. Revenge. The bedroom door opened, and I stepped out of the bathroom in my red-bottom heels, a small smile on my face. Ethan gave me a once-over and smiled in satisfaction as he took my hand, placing a soft kiss on it.

No matter how she looked at it, she didn't see how to attack Gift except by mentioning the fact that she was on a wheelchair but she knew that even though mentioning that might make others find their voice, her reputation wouldn't be saved. With a groan, she turned to look at Ava Rose who was still expecting some kind of acknowledgement from Gift. 'You forced my hand this time, you idiot!’ Beauty's mom thought in her mind before turning her full rage to Ava Rose. “Are you trying to make a fool out of everyone here? We all agreed to hold our ground and you supported it. So why are you betraying us right now,” Beauty's mom who used to work in the pr department of she husband's company before t

If her grandmother sees her, she will probably be publicly expelled by her grandmother. Then her face will be completely lost. Barbara's eyes turn, holding a glass of champagne, and smiles, "Haley is truly deserving of being Cuenca's number one beauty. Even in any dress, she looks so beautiful... Oops!" Before she could finish her sentence, the glass in her hand tilts. The glass of wine spills onto the dark green dress. "Haley, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." Barbara pretends to apologize, but there is a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes.

She whipped around and exited the bathroom, keeping herself close to the wall, not knowing who or what to expect. Nothing that she could’ve come up with would prepare her for the sight in front of her, though. James, with that stupid smirk on his face, just like the one he wore the night of the festival. Flooded with anger and a million questions, she crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down. He chuckled. “Dressed already? Pity, thought I could’ve snuck a peak. You’re not particularly intriguing, although I can admit you possess certain…assets that one can appreciate.”

Two very familiar faces. And at the sight of them my heart rate picked up. Morgan and Bailey West. Morgan looked beautiful as always. She had always taken care of her appearance and had done so since her teens. But Bailey… well… she looked different. Not her usual self. In truth, she was never ugly, but she never made the most of what she had. Yes, when she came back from university her image had changed a little, like she was trying too hard. Straightening her curls, her glasses gone, and experimenting with various fashion styles. But today, she looked stunning. Classy even. In a simple, form-fitting maroon dress with a scooped neck, with a hem line finishing just above her knees. Showing o

"Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal." She sighed. "Fine. What are you planning to do?”

She saw her own reflection. Then... It changed. Instead of herself... She saw her mother. "Mom..." The reflection smiled sadly. Beauty reached toward it. The water rippled. The image disappeared. Alex quietly sat beside her. "You miss them." She nodded. "Every day." He remained silent. Sometimes silence comforted more than words. After several minutes... Beauty finally asked, "Do you ever regret meeting me?" Alex smiled softly. "Never." "You've lost everything because of me." "I found everything because of you."

Frowning, he asked, "What exactly are you trying to do? Why did you trash June's house?" "For revenge, of course!" Belle was straightforward about it. The three were shocked. Belle took out her phone and played a recording for Grayson. "... June told us to do it. She said you're a country bumpkin, so no one will care even if we kill you. "She gave us 200 thousand dollars so that we'll destroy your face with acid. "She even said that we shouldn't aim for just your face, but also the skin on your body. She wants to turn you into an ugly beast, so you'll suffer …"

It was a treasure trove of possibilities, promising to transform us into our most radiant selves. Bea’s expertise as she guided me through the application of makeup was both impressive and reassuring. Her gentle touch and attention to detail made me feel like a canvas waiting to be transformed into a masterpiece. As I caught glimpses of myself in the mirror, I was awestruck by the transformation taking place. It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support.

She was also fiercely loyal and incredibly resourceful. A moment later, Beauty appeared, her brow furrowed with concern. “Elena? What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “The dress,” I gasped, pulling her into the closet room and pointing to the ravaged gown. “It’s…it’s been ruined.” Beauty’s eyes widened in horror and nerves as she took in the damage. “Oh, Elena! What happened?” “Someone ruined my dress.” Beauty coughed a little. With trembling hands, she began to unbutton my simple white robe, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and fear. As she helped me into what would’ve been my perfect dress, I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, things could still work out.