Belleza Novels & Stories

Billina said to the makeup artist who replied, "Close your eyes. Let Tedd move some wands." Then Besora walked down the stairs, an elegant smile on her face. Billina and Jules were surprised to see her in such away. Billina let out a grin as she stared her tip to toe. Besora has been groomed three times but this was the best one she ever had. She liked herself, felt like a princess, she was on top of the world. All thanks to her twin sister, Billina Bernand. What her sister said was so right. She must concentrate on herself, her appearance, her makeup, her clothing.

Sophia had no words to comfort Amaya and just held her tighter in the embrace. Amaya slowly disengaged from the hug and walked into the bathroom to wash her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and smiled sadly at the frail figure in front of her. She had noticably lost weight in the last few hours, her eyes were sunk in, her face pale, and she looked like a pretty ghost. Very fragile and pale. "You've got this Amaya. You're strong, he can't break you". she mentally encouraged herself. Letting out a smile, she arranged the red lingerie she wore, the one lady Esme had thrown at her earlier and walked out of the bathroom.

He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

"Matteo…stop...” "It is simply the truth." He nodded emphatically. "Piccola Bellezza celebrates feminine elegance, not height. You have exactly the proportions I imagined when I first designed this collection. The tiny waist..The delicate frame...Everything balances beautifully." Libby nodded in agreement. Ethan muttered something unintelligible. Matteo was not done. "You are elegant without trying. It is like seeing one of my Renaissance sketches come to life." I could feel my cheeks growing hotter by the second. "Now I know why I stayed behind an easel and not in front of it…"

Belle’s mother would always say to her. Chapter 1: As the sun’s rays hit the earth with a rather subtle amount of heat, with the blue sky glistening in its light, Belle, a beautiful teenage girl with light brown eyes and dark long hair sat in an open field very close to her house. The flowers around were beautiful, bright and colorful. They moved in a way that it seemed like they were dancing to a tune which could only be heard by them. Belle sat on a cloth on the ground while she watched a movie on her cell phone.

"I'll never get enough of you, Marcus." His hands moved with purpose now, sliding under her nightgown, pushing the silk up and over her head. The morning air kissed her bare skin, but she barely noticed, too focused on the heat in Marcus's gaze as he looked at her. Her nipples were already hard, peaked with anticipation, and when his eyes fixed on them, she felt that familiar rush of arousal flood through her. "God, Bella," he whispered reverently. "You're so beautiful. Every curve, every inch of you. You're like a goddess."

The maids helped her style her hair and applied make up on her. “ Do I have to wear those?" Bellamy asked when Arleta came back with yellow heels. “ You're the princess, so yes. “ Arleta said and she groaned before putting it on. Arleta turned her to face the mirror and she smiled. Little make up really does things. She looked like a baby doll going to a ball. " My baby barbie. “ Arleta teased and she chuckled. She turned to face Arleta and she was putting on the same gown as hers but hers was red.

Her eyebrow raised. ‘Since when did he learn to converse with that polite facade?’ She couldn't believe it. Foren pressed her lips together in a grim line when she realized that it was Bella he was talking to, someone known as the most beautiful woman of their batch. Truthfully, there were a lot of pretty girls in their class. Even Foren herself was considered as one of the most beautiful. But Bella's beauty just stood out for many because of her angelic and innocent features, as well as her pristine aura.

She sneakily glanced at them; all of them were beautiful women, impeccably dressed and made up. Feeling Bella's surreptitious gaze, a few of them coldly snorted with arrogance, adjusting their hairstyles in the elevator mirror. Bella rolled her eyes inwardly. So what if they were beautiful? She then turned her attention to the advertisement; Shengyu Media occupied half of the wall, with only the address on the posters, simple yet memorable.

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."