Beauty's Revenge Novels & Stories

She then hit the call button and shouted in anger, "Where is the doctor?! The patient is injured again! Is this how you take care of a patient?!" After my hand was bandaged, I lowered my head and looked at my distorted hands. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Magnolia carefully took my hand and said, "Does it hurt? This is all my fault. Your hands have gotten worse again... Guess we have no choice but to postpone the wedding…" She truly was a good actress. I almost believed that she couldn't be the same woman who had killed my sister and was trying to destroy me. For one brief moment, I almost asked her whether I had ever crossed her in some way. Why was she doing this to me?

The crowd was a whirl of silk and steel — powerful men and women who made the city’s fortunes and its ruin in whispered deals and smoldering glances. Adrielle stepped into the club with the calm certainty of a predator entering her hunting ground. Her heels clicked against the polished concrete, sharp and deliberate, echoing through the cavernous space. She wore black like armor: a sleek dress hugging every calculated curve, her midnight-black hair swept back in a ruthless style that matched her steel-gray eyes. Eyes that missed nothing. Eyes that now belonged to someone reborn, remade in betrayal and fire. She was no longer the broken woman who’d collapsed in the rain outside the mansion th

She became everything Alexander Lance taught her. Four years later, she was already makingher own millions. She decided it was time to come back to America and face her past, running away from it wouldn't help. She wasn't scared anymore. She was hellbent on getting her revenge on the Roberts for what they did to her. She was planning on beating them in their own game. She became their biggest Rival. But the Roberts had no idea that the same Elisa Evans who they used and manipulated by Martina Roberts was the same Elisa Lance of now.

I looked him directly in the eyes, not blinking. “Yes, Troy. I know there are complications that come with putting my face under the knife. But this is the only way, Troy.” I took a breath and continued. “Just by doing this surgery, I stand to have a new life. A new discovery. A new strength. I can’t exact my revenge if I keep looking like I’m cursed. I need to look beautiful so that I can have a beautiful revenge!” I pointed at my face, anger rising again.

But I'm also afraid of what's going to happen after I restore my beauty. Of course I didn't believe my beauty was cursed. But my previous life was full of tragedy, so maybe my mother was right. My beauty is a curse that could destroy men and ultimately become my end. Enough of the musings! At the moment, everything is fine in our company. Everyone treats me nicely and they were friendly to me despite my looks. They see me not as a threat but as a scar-faced woman worthy of their kindness and pity. But what if I started restoring my beauty using the same foundation Debra used on my face?

He turned around to look in that direction which was irritating him now for hours. But he didn't let it bother him anymore as the heat of the fire of revenge was exceeding the limits now. He got inside the black range Rover and driver closed the door. * Just an hour passed and she was all ready with her final look. The make up artists stepped back and told her to look at herself. She lifted her eyes to look at her new self. She looked dazzling and alluring with all her features enhanced with tricks. For a second she wasn't able to recognize herself but the happiness of this beautiful was too surreal. Something not felt right, and she could feel it.

So, she still hasn't come out?" Juliette asked between laughs. "Of course not!" Beckham answered, battling against her own laughter, and failing miserably by the way. "She's locked herself in her room, saying something about how her life is ruined." By the time Beckham was done, we were nearly doubled over in laughter. I could only imagine how Anna must have looked. Nah, kidding. Beckham, being the sweet sister she was, took a lot of pictures to show us. So, Anna got this skincare product which was recommended to her by god knows who, in lieu of her upcoming pageant. It was supposed to have some wonder effect which would make her 'flawless skin look brand new.' Her words, not mine. Although,

I knew for a fucking fact that they thoroughly enjoyed torturing him. I asked what caused Calvin’s death. Apparently, he attacked one of the guards and nearly killed him with Calvin getting himself killed in the process. It was an unfortunate circumstance, but at least he was here at long last. Beauty had been here multiple times throughout the years so that she could cleanse darkness from newcomers. It was a truly brutal torture method, one that I gave my fucking stamp of approval for. She was very empathetic by nature, so this allowed her to get some form of justice for all of the victims of the fuckers that she cleansed.

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.

Renee knows very well how much Reva hates her, so Renee feels very impatient to see what expression Reva will show later when she sees Renee's figure who is still alive coming to see her. "I can't wait to see your expression when I see me, Reva. I'll give you a beautiful surprise," Renee muttered with a smile on the corners of her beautiful lips. Renee still looks very beautiful even though at this time all that can be seen from the corners of her lips is a smile full of sheer cunning. Yes, a smile that implies what Renee will do next, beautiful and elegant revenge that Renee will show to these cheap women, a pair of mother and daughter who seem to never reflect on themselves that they have