Beauté Novels & Stories

“It’s beauty, a kind of radiance. People who possess a true inner beauty, their eyes are a little brighter, their skin a little more dewy. They vibrate at a different frequency. love always Helen S

blows his conscience. "Learn to dress decently!!! I'll get to it" So she takes out a jelaba (a long loose dress) and wears it. "You see physio, you're beautiful, to be beautiful it's not about dressing sexy, the word sexy does not converge with beauty, always be natural, being beautiful is not about putting on a kilogram of powder on his face, always stay fresh, the important thing is that you are comfortable in your body, never try to impress others again at the expense of your reputation, it's not worth it

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 asked her as we stepped through the glass doors of the cosmetics store. “Fixing you is a two-person job.” She replied. The store assistant whose name tag read Madame Tilly, approached us with a warm smile. A burst of fragrant air floated towards me, blending with the cozy warmth of the interior. The walls were adorned with mirrors, each one surrounded by vibrant displays of makeup products. I took a seat in front of a mirror and Jeanette stood beside me while Stig sat on a chair a little further from us. "Welcome to Belle Beauty, ladies," Madame Tilly greeted us, "Is there something specific you're looking for or would you like some assistance in exploring our latest products?"

A woman has been given an attachment to makeup and a desire to look even more beautiful. “Not praising you is like not liking God’s creation.” Irene sighed. “Beauty lovers can’t stop praising beauty, Hazel. This is not a concern or issue.” But Hazel had nothing to do with this matter. She was anxious only because of Daud, not her beauty. Her beauty was just the reason, not the cause or harm. “Like a different flower in the garden with the most pleasant smell.” Irene sighed dreamingly, leaning back and resting her back against the bench’s headboard.

Karen pulled Cassandra toward the room. Cassandra has naturally beautiful skin. She's had an impeccable porcelain skin since she was a kid. She is one of the celebrities that needs no surgery, be it her face or body. She possesses natural beauty. Her monthly skin regimen is just to maintain her beautiful skin. Moreover, it is one of her benefits as one of their endorsers.

It would be a close call. I looked at the mirrors and turned to praising her, for being so sexy and beautiful while making a baby. She was not the gay Madison Avenue vision of skinny beauty - too skinny to make babies - that image they had sold to Americans in commercials for beer and sports and movies and sexy cars, etc. Instead a real, all-around picture of beauty and health and fitness, a classical, timeless beauty, a Mediterranean beauty that is real, full figured with hips to bring children, an image the whole world admires. Then I wove the two thoughts together.

“Oui, madam. It is perfect—matches your eyes.” Mia exhaled, feeling her earlier frustration melt away. “Alright. Let’s go with this one.” The transformation was quick. Julieta blow-dried Mia’s hair into soft waves that framed her face. Amir worked with precision, enhancing her features with the perfect touch of makeup. When they stepped back, Monique beamed. “You are naturally beautiful, Madame Mia. Your skin is flawless—like a newborn’s. What is your secret?” Mia, flustered, shrugged. “I… don’t really have a routine. But thank you.”

The man scowled in annoyance, glared at me, and then turned to throw his body back on the sofa. Useless man. "So ... how are you going to seduce him? I'm sure a young boss like him is used to being around beautiful women, if you only use your beauty, I think it's useless," Bastian said without looking at me. "Ah, I learned it from a movie, I'll spill my drink on his lap, then stare into his eyes for three seconds, creating an unusual impression, so he'll be curious about me," I replied quickly. After hearing my words, Bastian's brow furrowed, his lips pursed, and his eyes narrowed. I don't know what part of my plan made the man react like that.

I know what I look like. I know men would sell their souls and maybe a kidney just to touch skin like mine. It’s pale—like, I burn in five minutes pale—and kind of glowy under the lights in that “is she an angel or a corpse?” way. My hair’s this silvery blonde that falls in waves like I actually drink water and sleep eight hours. My cheeks always look flushed, even when I’m not blushing, and my lips? Full, faint pink, permanently kiss-ready—at least that’s what people love to say, like I was born halfway through a makeout session.