Beauty's Revenge Novels & Stories

he was saying, gesturing behind him at a massive screen that read: DELPHINIUM REIMAGINED: NEXT-GEN CARE INITIATIVE. I wanted to scream. Instead, I smiled. Vanessa Sinclair stood beside Carl, all glamour and poise in a tailored white dress, her expression carefully neutral. I was pretty sure Tanya was nearby, too, pretending to be media director again—like she hadn’t tried to burn my life to ashes last week. The room smelled of wealth and lies. I took a step forward. Then another. And another.

Beauty said to the group of girls murmuring around Dorothy. "Yeah, she was the top scorer. Probably her husband bought that too," one of the girls replied with a loud scoff. Dorothy had had enough; she angrily stood up and walked toward them. "What’s the matter with you people?" she asked irritably. "Especially you, Beauty, if you hate me, then do it openly like the other girls. You don’t have to be a snake about it," Dorothy was exasperated. "These girls were totally talking shit about you, and I was defending you," Beauty faked an offended look. She tried to play the victim, knowing full well what she was doing.

My smile vanished, and my jaw clenched as I turned away, but not before stealing one last glance at Drew. Mamita clapped with excitement and hurried me to change my dress. "My God, Beauty. You bring the best in me, my dearie! Mr. Stellar is asking me about you. My God! I can't believe this. I felt like my heart would come out soon. Two more to go, Beauty." The dress this time is a show-off. There was no longer a cover on my back. My skin behind was exposed, and the slit was up to the side of my thigh. The make-up artist was in a hurry to a re-touch.

Then gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. Mateo exhaled beside us, subtle but relieved. We didn't speak much after that. We didn't need to. We walked her to the gate slowly, letting her set the pace, each step quiet and gentle, the kind you take when someone is learning how to trust again. That evening, as the sky faded into a bruised violet and the world hushed beneath twilight, I sat at my desk with the window open and the scent of rain in the air. I opened my laptop and began pulling every Laurent advertisement I could find—five years' worth of "clean beauty" promises, glowing influencer spreads, soft pastel campaigns that whispered words like pure and gentle and hypoallergenic.

“You need a revenge rebound to make that asshole suffer. That’s what you need.” “Yes,” Teagan hollered, lifting her shot glass full of orange juice and then belting back a swallow. “Preach it, sister. You need to hit him right in the pride, HayHay. Make him bleed jealousy.” “Yeah,” Lucy cheered. “We should totally find you someone sexy to shove in his face and say, ha, look at me now, bitch. Someone amazing, and sexy, and witty, and sexy, and…” Across the table from me, Lucy frowned in confusion. “Have I said sexy yet?”

People are attracted with his personality. Just like when we were still in elementary. He never changed. Later on, Rhean joined the on going commotion. She is one of our pretty classmates. Rhean seemed to be enjoying Kai's company. Then for a moment, Kai looked at me. He then planted his evil smirk and evil stares. Those eyes! Those eyes and stares are what makes me feel so darn defeated. "Let's grab lunch later okay?" Trix blurted out of nowhere. This girl should learn how to behave well.

Ruth opened the packages to find that it was a full set of skin-care products. "Orchid Beauty? It's Orchid Beauty! The high-end products of Orchid Beauty?" Ruth’s eyes widened in excitement. She couldn't take her eyes off them for a few moments and when she finally lifted her gaze to Sabrina, tears were welling up in her eyes. "Um, Mrs. Ford, I...I used to bully you, and you-you are still so nice to me. Orchid Beauty's luxury skin care can go up to tens of thousands of dollars per set, and you are just giving it to me?"

I drove towards the beach because in a few minutes, the sun will rise and I want to see my last sunrise before having my revenge later on at night. As soon as I arrived at the beach, I got off my motorbike. I took off my helmet and sat down on the sand feeling the cold sea breeze. I closed my eyes and tears started to come out from my eyes remembering why I'm starting my revenge today. I got up and opened up the seat cushion of my motor bike. I looked at the small brown envelope and took it out. I walked slowly towards the water and closed my eyes praying for my sanity to go for revenge.

Xander It’s her eyes. Dark green, intense, and mesmerizing. They hold you captive without even trying. And to top it off, she’s fucking gorgeous. I’ve seen beautiful women—some even more stunning—but there’s something about her. Something captivating. Alluring. Seductive. Like a siren luring her next victim. Unfortunately for her, that victim won’t be me. I know better than to get involved in office romance, even if it’s with a sexy, green-eyed goddess. Besides, I have more pressing issues that need my utmost attention—like finding the people responsible for my parents’ tragedy… and getting rid of Yasmine.

Lisbeth instinctively turned her face, hiding the scars on her right cheek. She was used to it, really. But in this moment, she felt inexplicably inferior, as if her scars were sullying Sebastian's gaze. "Tomorrow, dress beautifully," Sebastian said. "I want you to see them take back every word they said." Lisbeth didn't understand. But the next morning, Noah arrived with a new outfit and a makeup artist—a renowned master whom Lisbeth could never afford. "Ms. Whitaker, you're beautiful. There's no need for insecurity. Leave it to me," the makeup artist said with a smile. She had magical hands that could transform anything.