Beauty's Revenge Novels & Stories

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—"

I wondered if there was a way to shut everyone’s thoughts from my mind; I so didn’t want to be hearing thoughts everywhere I go, especially if it’s about me. “We’re so happy you’re back. How do you feel?” “I’m okay, thanks.” “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to walk soon enough. We know that Mrs. Savannah is the best physiotherapist in the country.” One of the ladies said to me. “Yes.” The other agreed. They both left. Just as we were about to leave the house, Reggie came in with James, he held two bouquet of roses. He smiled up at me when they spotted us.

“Thought I’d give you a gift instead. One last chance to make your move.” Beauty’s gaze slid to Kendall. “And you brought her. Brave… or stupid?” Kendall’s voice was steady. “I’m just here to watch you lose.” Beauty laughed, low and dangerous. “Oh, darling, I already won. Your man handed me everything on a silver platter.” She tapped a folder on her desk. “Bank trails, offshore accounts, fake IDs. The press will eat you alive.” “That’s the thing about silver platters,” Jack said. “Sometimes they’re rigged to blow.”

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re filthy, you should be grateful I gave you a bath.” I forced myself to breathe, to stay calm. “Thank you,” I muttered sarcastically, pushing my soaked hair away from my face. “It brings me so much joy seeing you like this,” Josh sneered, his smile threatening to rip his face in half. “She must have thought she was something special. Once a whore, always a whore,” Beauty hissed. “I understand,” I whispered, my voice unsteady. “You can insult me all you want. But please… let me come back inside. I’ll do whatever you want, just let me stay.”