Beauty's Revenge Novels & Stories

Everything I need is right here, in this moment, in this home, in this sunrise that promises another day of becoming who I was always meant to be. The best revenge isn't revenge at all. It's living beautifully. And I am. God, I really am.

"Since you have the morning off, let's go shopping! I owe you a dress remember? Last time we attended a party I puked on your dress so it's time I buy you a new one!" "I don't need a new dress!" I protested. "Yes you do! We will use your loveliness to cause your ex's downfall. It is the best counterattack since we both know how crazy he was about you! You will seduce him and he wouldn't know what hit him once he sees you later! He would fall hard again for you and I stake my life on it!" she added with a giggle as she pulled me with her. -------- (Trevor) "Hi mate!" Reiner greeted me as he entered the room.

And as she walked out, the sun on her face, the city humming around her, she whispered — so softly, only the wind could hear: "I’m not your mirror anymore. The café faded behind her. But the truth didn’t. She had been judged. Measured. Found lacking. And still? She walked away — not broken. Not ashamed. But clear. Because she finally understood: Beauty wasn’t in the face. It was in the choice. To stay. To rise. To see — and still be kind.

I tried to be calm Later ,I went home. The next morning, I woke up to find beauty pointing a gun at me. I jumped down. “ what are you trying to do beauty” I asked as I pant Her face is all red and swelling with sobbing “ tell me, you impregnated my sister” she asked as she shaked with anger. “ I can explain” I said “ explain what? That you impregnated my sister and rejected it” she said shaking. I stared at the trigger in her hands. “ that you make her commit suicide” she said as she sob.

I shrugged. "Hey I've heard that Bianca will be coming back from her mission today." Blake said before Arabella could reply to whatever I told her. "Who's Bianca?" I was curious. "Bianca Rossi." Antonio replied, "She's our best assassin. She was sent on a mission and now she's back. You'll probably meet her at the main house when we go. Here's an advice; stay away from her. She says that she's The Deadly. You know who that is right?"

Eyes beautified with a golden and red touch. Extensions on her eyelash making it look huge and curly. Her cheeks had a red tint and dark red lipstick was highlighting her lips. From eyebrows to lips, she looked like a temptress and not to forget her dark red gown which fitted her curves perfectly. Ansif got startled with a fake throat clearing and looked outside window. Arif smiled at his cousin's action. Sure, he don't like her! Arif chuckled. Δ “Nothing to worry, Her sugar level was low. She is weak, take care of her ”The doctor said and Ansif breathed in relief which didn't go unnoticed by Arif who stood there smirking.

’ you stole my life,but I will make sure you lose everything you stole “. A knock sounded on the bathroom door. “Miss Vivian”. Maria's voice sounded from outside. “You have been in there for almost an hour”. “I'm coming” I turned off the shower, wrapping a tower around myself before staring at my reflection in the mirror. Vivian’s face looked back at me. Beautiful, elegant, confident. Nothing like the timid Sandra Raymond. Maybe fate didn't make a mistake after all,Sandra had died because she was too trusting but Vivian would survive because she trust no one.

My mother says. "Ouch! I have changed mum. I am not who I used to be. That fake beauty of Beauty Queens and women like Sierra Harper and Amanda Green no longer impresses me. I am ready for a real woman. I am ready for somebody like Belinda Morris," I say. "Ha, I don't think you can handle a woman like Belinda Morris. She won't play with you. You may have had her for one night, but she will never allow it again. Once bitten twice shy," My mother laughs at me.

Never once admitting that she had sharpened the blade first. It was easier that way—blaming the girl she'd always tried to erase. Easier than facing the reality that her fall from grace was earned. So now, in the back of Vladimir’s club, with a mop in her blistered hand and bile rising in her throat as she scrubbed vomit from tiled floors, Sophia dreamed not of redemption… but of revenge. She knew she had no power. No beauty. No voice left in the world. But hatred? Hatred was free.

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"