Beauté Novels & Stories

Her expression was a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, the kind of look that challenged you to prove your worth. "Now, I know what you're all thinking – another beauty product promising miracles. But, I assure you, the Rejuvenating Explosion is not just a product; it's an experience. It's a journey to rediscovering your inner radiance, to unlocking your natural beauty. It's about feeling confident, empowered, and beautiful in your own skin."

" She muttered moving close to them. “I'm telling you, beautiful ladies are everywhere!” Ethan exclaimed. Tiffany shook her head. “You're not looking for substance, Ethan. Beauty is more than physical appearance.” Camille chimed in, “Actually, I think beauty is a combination of confidence, intelligence, and kindness. Physical appearance is just the icing.” Tiffany nodded vigorously. “Exactly! Camille gets it.” Ethan chuckled, holding up his hands. “Alright, alright. I'm outnumbered.” Tiffany clapped hands with Camille, a victorious smile on her lips as she stared at Ethan.

And why not? Selene possessed a beauty that was both captivating and effortless—something that couldn’t simply be measured by wealth or status. Her large, expressive eyes held a mesmerizing depth, a gaze that could command attention without effort. They were the kind of eyes that told stories—filled with emotions ranging from quiet longing to fierce determination. Under the golden glow of the afternoon sun, they gleamed with warmth, framed by long, delicate lashes that curled just enough to enhance their natural allure. Her nose, sharp yet soft, gave her an air of refined elegance, its well-defined structure adding to the symmetry of her features. It wasn’t just perfect—it was the kind of be

Emily tied her long brown hair into a ponytail. She looked at the mirror and saw her pale reflection. She had never looked so pitiful before. She hated the nameless man she had met the night before. Emily applied foundation and powder, then used pink blush to restore some color to her pale face. Finally, she applied blood-red lipstick to her lips. Perfect! The strong Emily was back.

Perhaps Mother Selene preferred to meet her creation dressed strangely, rather than naked, as I had died. I was lying on a bed. A bed wrecked by an unending supply of blood from the puncture in my side. When I looked down and gingerly peeled the t-shirt up, my brows knitted with perplexity. Perhaps your wounds and imperfections vanish in death. It's not unexpected, given that Mother Selene was supposed to be the most beautiful Goddess in the sky, and She adored humans. The last thing She wants is for Her creation to arrive beaten and bruised.

I was just too unsophisticated. A professional stripper raised in the hoods. "And who is this beautiful lady?" Mr. Leonardo asked, catching my attention. "Oh, this is my fiancee." Mark finally introduced. I nearly rolled my eyes again, but instead forced a professional smile. A smile that seemed real after so many months of practice. Being a stripper is huge work. "Pleasure to meet you princesa." He complimented while I gave a warm smile. "And you too Mr. Leo." I said before he gave Mark a knowing look.

Two very familiar faces. And at the sight of them my heart rate picked up. Morgan and Bailey West. Morgan looked beautiful as always. She had always taken care of her appearance and had done so since her teens. But Bailey… well… she looked different. Not her usual self. In truth, she was never ugly, but she never made the most of what she had. Yes, when she came back from university her image had changed a little, like she was trying too hard. Straightening her curls, her glasses gone, and experimenting with various fashion styles. But today, she looked stunning. Classy even. In a simple, form-fitting maroon dress with a scooped neck, with a hem line finishing just above her knees. Showing o

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.

“Hey “Ben stooped a lady passing by . “Can you take pictures of us please ?”he requested . “Sure “The lady smiled and collected his phone . Ben posed with Rissa as the lady took the pictures . “You guys look good together .Don’t dare break her heart “The lady said giving Ben his phone back . “Sure “Ben winked . The lady left and Riss and Ben checked the pics they took . Ben uploaded one on I*******m captioning it “Mon Bebe “ meaning ‘My baby “ Rissa saw this and smiled inwardly blushing hard .