Beauty With A Beat Novels & Stories

She's a calculated bitch in designer heels. Her lips are full, courtesy of vials and vials of filler. Cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass, fake breasts that defy gravity, and a BBL that makes her silhouette scream artificial. How the hell I ever thought this woman was attractive is beyond me. Now, I can't stand the sight of her. My tastes have changed. Evolved and refined. I want something real. And that's Beatrice. She's real body, mind, and soul. No plastic mask behind a pretty face, no ulterior motive or angle. She's not here for my name and what that could give her, and that makes her more irresistible than any polished facade like Moris could ever be.

Never. In a week, I am giving her what she wants. A fucking wedding. A fucking grand wedding. She just has to be patient. Patience, baby. Patience. ***************** NEXT DAY........ CLARISSA BOUTIQUE...... I stared at myself in the huge mirror dressed in a black shirt that hugged my muscular body, its first three buttons left open, showing off my chest and golden chain, and white trousers. Perfect fit. "You look good, Big Kai." Ms Clarissa, one of Bricktown's finest designers complimented with a bright smile.

TWELVE YEARS LATER, (12 yrs) At 20 years old, Jeisin was more pretty, good looked, intelligent, confident, ambitious, charmed and smart. She had a pure fair, soft built skin as her long dark brown hair moved straight on her back. Her cute face had glowed with her beautiful big blue eyes. And she has a sweet blossom soft lips. Her beauty has became incomparable. As she strongly resemble her mother, Miss Rayal in appearance and in benevolent. Then from her father's side, Annes as she resemble him in cheerfulness and in compassion.

Beauty, a lady as precious as her name, so beautiful its chokes both the men and females. Who wouldn't want to have the great beauty? No one! But too bad the great beauty is a bit too wild and crazy having the thoughts that no one can make her cum or fulfil her biggest fantasy. Her biggest fantasy..? Gang banging! A whole wild banging with not just one, not two, not three but four or five. Wild, right? But everyone also has their share of secret fantasies they still haven't realised after so long but as for Beauty—She wants it, she goes after it, but the problem she has is…How?

Eliza asked the children to eat first and put down her apron to go upstairs to see what was going on. As a result, when she walked to the door of the bedroom, she heard the sound of a video coming from inside. "The rhythm is very important if you want to learn how to rap quickly. First of all, you have to grasp the rhythm and the beat and focus on listening to the beat..." Eliza, "..." With a smile on her lips, she gently pushed open the door. In the bedroom, Beau was wrapped in a bath towel and sitting on the sofa by the window of the bedroom with his upper body naked. He was frowning and staring at the mobile phone in his hand, listening to the anchor explaining how to rap easily. His expr

"Oh, they don't mean to hurt you or pass judgment or call you ugly. But in my case, I put two and two together and what I came up with is that I wasn't good enough. But, as long as I could have beautiful men loving me I could pretend." "I wish I knew then what I know now; it doesn't matter what people look like on the outside, because if you love them they are beautiful." She smiled. "Christopher is beautiful. I'd rather have him with a facial deformity then have DeAngelo with a perfect one." She nodded at Kendra. "You don't need to define my beauty for me anymore. Your definition doesn't meet mine anymore because I think Christopher is beautiful and that's why I love him, not because of how

“If you want to criticize my clothes and make-up, save it for later since your comment might ruin my mood for meeting Josh. Who’s name would be ruined? It would be you, Christina.” “And of course, your brother’s name, too. But you’re right. I will keep my comments to myself. Your body did not change. You still look like you don’t have a child. You’re effortlessly beautiful and I envy you for that.” She acted to zip her mouth. “You have to do well, Beatrice. Show him that you’re something that is not supposed to be forgotten. It’s your time to show everyone that you’re beautiful.” “I don’t care if I have belly fat. I am proud to wear them since they symbolize my pregnancy journey. Just to be

I shook my head and waved the thought off. As we passed a different aisle my attention became fixated on a beautiful dress. It looked like it was made of pure silk. It was amazing. But of course I couldn't have it I noticed Baron has been waiting for me to finish admiring the dress. I quickly rushed over to him completely embarrassed. After picking a few more items he made his way to the counter and I followed suit. He didn't even flinch at the price of all the items. Which made me wonder again. Who was this man?

Joe smirked. I knew what Joe was doing but said nothing. “Beauty and I will be going first.” I said, excusing myself. “Thanks for having me and it was nice to meet you Joe.” Beauty said to Joe, waving at him before we walked away. “The way he looks at you. He wants you. I can tell.” Beauty remarked and I knew that she was referring to Giveon the way we’ve been staring at each other was intense. Giveon drove us. He dropped Beauty off first before he drove to the mansion.

I reached out and grabbed his chin softly, then tilted his face up so I could see him properly. I was shocked. Speechless. I did not expect this… this kind of beauty. My heart flipped, but I didn’t pay attention to it. His hair was a warm brown, slightly messy like he’d been running his fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, normal shade of green, but they held something that hit me harder than I wanted to admit. He was breathtaking in a quiet, unguarded way that most people in our world had long lost. Too bad I’m here for his sister, not him.