Beauty's Revenge Novels & Stories

“He left and slammed the door after him.” I paused. Silence filled the room for a moment. Then I continued, softer this time. “Bullied for being plus-size since childhood… Beauty Hills had to deal with insecurity, trauma, and depression… most especially self-hate…” I exhaled slowly. “Her name… Beauty… was said to be the exact opposite of her appearance…” The words felt heavier the more I read. “After many failed toxic relationships, she moved on and got a job in a fashion company…”

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

"Born Beauty Entertainment's actress Moriah interferes in someone else's marriage!" "Born Beauty Entertainment's actress Moriah gets brutally beaten by the legitimate wife for being a homewrecker!" I looked at Moriah's miserable appearance in the news, her face swollen and bruised, and couldn't help but click my tongue, "That nose was a waste of plastic surgery. With such a beating, even her mother probably wouldn't recognize her." At that moment, a message popped up. "Do you like the gift I sent you?" I immediately replied, "I love it. When are you coming back?"

“The entire world has seen those pictures, darling. Do you take us all for fools?” “It’s a setup,” I insisted, my voice tightening. “Someone is obviously trying to ruin me… or Sebastian…” “What a convenient excuse,” she cut in, her eyes narrowing. “Tell me child, was it worth it? Throwing yourself like some cheap whore at Sebastian’s biggest rival?” “I did not sleep with Desmond Hunt!” The woman’s expression suddenly darkened, but instead of angry outburst, something that looked much like pleasure or satisfaction flashed across her face. “Oh well, whether you did it or not hardly matters now,” she said coolly. “The damage is already done.”

Her white skin glowing under the dim party light. She is a real beauty. A goddess She dance beautifully, moving her body to the tune of the music, her smile captivating. Our eyes clicked. My heart jumped. Thudding louder. Fear. Beauty is the second in command of the Sexy-Six girl. Ruthless. Although not like Avery; their leader Our gaze lingers. Her smile seizing. The memories I'd fought to bury rushed back to my head. The flour bath. Staining my new uniform. The solo beatings I got for getting all my test. The lunch bath.

- Revenge, Gia, is a disease that consumes and corrupts. She opens a smile leaving the library and leaving the words loose, even if the puzzle tries to fit it is impossible to understand what purpose it is. Or just be a punishment, for my mistakes with her, with our family it would be a fool to imagine that pain doesn't please us, the way we were molded attracts us. Even if it's wrong, I take pleasure in every pain it takes to get Giulia and her long, white, Cinderella-style dress just to trap her in my farces.

Yet, beneath the practiced sorrow lay a steely determination—a promise of retribution that would not be silenced. In the quiet of her penthouse later that night, Aurora sat curled in an overstuffed chair, watching the relentless advance of the scandal on her tablet. With each new article and broadcast segment, a part of her felt vindicated. She could almost taste the sweet satisfaction of justice as Dorian’s desperate attempts at damage control became more frantic by the minute. Every frantic call he made, every harsh command he barked at his staff, was a small triumph in her long-planned rebellion.

I nodded but then looked at him confused, I thought his daughter was 12, apparently not. “Bella, your hair is out of place. Come on I will fix it for you.” I looked at Jenny and then nodded moving closer to her. We were in the kitchen since the guests had started to arrive and I didn’t want to show him our salon. I looked at the mirror in the hallway and smiled, Jenny had proved her instincts again. The line illusion neckline long brown tulle lace evening dress looked really beautiful. I had placed my hair in a messy bun and wore no accessories so that the dress bought my pale skin out. Even Dahlia looked amazing in her green metallic shimmer dress.

The old couple's cries pierced the air, raw and unrelenting. Suddenly, a surge of anger coursed through me, and I hurled the powder compact in my hand to the ground. It shattered, scattering fine particles across the floor like dust over a battlefield. "Can you two just shut up already?!" I shouted, my voice slicing through their wails. "God, you're driving me insane! If it weren't for all your flailing around, do you think I'd have wasted my false lashes? Do you even understand how essential false lashes are to eye makeup?"

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.