Bi Aesthetics Novels & Stories

I reply jokingly and a sudden knock on the door stops her from replying. "Who's there?" She hissed sharply. "It's me Bayo." A familiar voice replies and I deadpan. "Omg! Ini, he's here!" I whisper screamed excitedly with a wide grin plastered on my face. "Chill Tee, chill and take a deep breath." Ini instructs and I do as she says, following her hand and trying to breathe calmly. "How do I look?" I ask her. "You look like the natural beaut that you are." She assures with a wink before adding; "Don't lose you temper in any way, apologise to him for avoiding him earlier and lastly, kiss and makeup." She grinned and I eye her from head to toe.

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.

Eva smiled softly after hearing the girl. "Can I ask you something if you're okay?" The girl asked hesitantly. "offcourse!" Eva said softly. "Have you done any plastic surgery or Botox to look this beautiful? If yes, then can you provide me with a doctor's contact no.?" The girl asked, only to receive a look from Eva which said 'are you kidding me, girl?' "No, I didn't do any of that, and I'm not even familiar with those." Eva answered.

It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support. With each stroke of the brush and every delicate dab of color, Bea’s expertise elevated my natural features, highlighting my best attributes. She celebrated my uniqueness and made me realize that beauty lies not in conformity but in embracing our individuality. Together, we reveled in the power of self-expression, allowing our inner beauty to shine through.

“Nice to see the black kid still lives, I like his appearances, and would need him in to collaborate with Mercy, you know how we’ve always cherished colors, don’t you Sophia” Mercy one of Margaret’s top models had always been an icon to look up to, simply because she advocates colors, she made sure to come up with a brand of makeup that supports her notion of colors making up the world. “I hear you Margaret, if we could leave now though, that would favor the both of us” ‘Yes” finally Sophia speaks up. “Let’s move then shall we?” asks Shirley.

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"

He leans over kissing the small tears from her eyes. “You're beautiful,” he tells her with a charming smile. Cassandra did not believe he was lying, she was indeed beautiful and probably the most beautiful in his eyes. For beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Carlson didn't regret anything, this was the best feeling ever. They stayed in the same position for a while and when he was sure enough, she was comfortable, he moved gradually increasing his pace.

Impatiently, he kicked the hospital bed and snapped, "Stop pretending. It's just a little anesthetic. Do you need to sleep for so long? Get up. I made you get cosmetic surgery for your own good. Don't act like it's such a huge grievance." Of course, I couldn't answer him. I was dead. Livid, James lifted the sheet and kicked me off the bed and to the ground. "Stop playing dead! Have you learned your lesson or not?" The sheet covering me fell to the ground as well, revealing my ashen face. It wasn't a complexion that a living human could have. I hadn't had the chance to heal after the cosmetic surgery, so my face was still swollen and ruddy. James frowned when he saw me. "You're still so ugly.

Her eyebrows were thick and arched with confidence, and her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass, yet her smile—when it came—softened her whole face. Her eyes were the kind that held too many stories and not enough time to tell them all, a deep shade of whisky brown with golden flecks that made them look almost... enchanted. But it was more than just beauty. Nina Blackwood had poise. Grace. That enviable quality where she could sit on a stiff leather chair in a corporate office, sip black coffee, and still feel like she was sipping red wine in a rooftop lounge somewhere in Paris. And yet, she wasn’t intimidating. At least not to me. Not anymore.

She’s pestering me to hurry up when Zeke comes in. He’s wearing a crisp suit, looking neat as hell. And dangerous in the way only he can be. His eyes land on me and narrow, like he’s already decided what he’s going to do with me later. I lower the powder brush in my hands. He spares Bianca one glance and she gets the hint, walking out without a word. “You’re looking good,” I say smugly, meeting his gaze in the mirror before turning back to my makeup. “Do you mean beautiful?” he teases.