Broken Beauty Jaclin Marie Novels & Stories

Jasmine Lilly Sweeten. Her blonde hair was a ragged grayish color that looked as if it had been hacked away with a machete. The glowing peaches and cream skin I saw everyday in the mirror was a sallow pink that spoke of prolonged malnutrition. Fingernails that were cracked and broken. Marks and scabs decorated every inch of visible skin. A labyrinth of blues and purples mottled her left shoulder. It highlighted the missing lobe of her left ear. Even in her drugged sleep she seemed to be in intense pain.

" She smiled too gentle, too serene and hung up before Madam Jamaica had a chance to respond. The silence that came after was a deaf one. The rain alone, pattering softly on the penthouse windows, interrupted it. The glow of her laptop bathed her in cold blue light; the city outside seemed drowned in it, its glass skyscrapers like skeletons underwater. Marie remained motionless, her image floating on the black screen perfect, poised, poisonous. And then she laughed, a low, hollow sound. "Pray for her health," she whispered to herself, tasting hypocrisy. "Oh, I will." She turned back toward the window, her silk robe sliding off one shoulder. Far below, Makati’s skyline pulsed with white light

Who was this woman making false claims and speaking so uncultured? “Whoever you are, you don’t know me,” the artist replied, her tone steady. “I’m here to do my job; you have no right to insult me. And if I’m correct, you’re not Reina Black.” Bianca opened her mouth to speak, but the sounds of heels against the tiled floor interrupted. Everyone turned and was captivated by Reina's beauty; even without makeup and the bruises on her face, she looked stylish and sophisticated.

Princess Jewel said and smile sadly at her, she seems to have been waiting for her to come “Looks like you already made up your mind” Claire replied not giving a slight care about her sad look “I already made up my mind to marry the man I love, doing this will only help me to achieve my heart desire” she said and sigh “Am sorry for what happened I never mean to expose you” she said and Claire scoff in disbelief of her words Jewel smiled again at her reaction “well maybe a part of me wanted to see you panic in trouble, your domineering attitude annoys and I hate the fact that you are considered the first instead of me”

I whisper against her hair, “I’ve got you. You’re safe.” She looks up at me then, her eyes red rimmed, her face blotchy from crying. And still she’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Not because she’s perfect, but because she’s real. She is here, breaking apart in front of me, and trusting me to catch the pieces. She doesn’t know what that does to me. Her voice cracks as she says, “I’m broken, Jake. He broke me.” I cup her face in my hands before she can turn away, forcing her to see what I see. “No,” I tell her, firm and unshaking. “You are not broken. You are surviving. Do you understand that? Surviving isn’t weakness it’s strength.”

Clarkson shrieked, a strangled cry of pain, and collapsed to the ground beside Jonah, his body doubled up. "Julian!" Jonah crawled to him, ignoring his own pain. His hands fell on Clarkson's shoulders, holding the convulsive spasms rippling across his body. "Jesus, you're okay? Please speak to me! Clarkson groaned, pushing himself up onto his elbows. His face was ashen, etched with agony. “I’m… functional,” he gritted out, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He tried to roll his shoulder and winced, a fresh wave of pain contorting his features. “Nothing broken. Just… brilliantly bruised.”

“But it’s true! I’m never going to be like Jackson. Or those girls at school. I’ll always be… this. The awkward twin. The background character.” Mariah kneels beside me, gripping my hands. “Jess, listen to me. You are not a background character. You are strong, and beautiful, and more than enough. You just can’t see it because you’ve been listening to idiots like Daniel and Jackson for too long.” I sniff, a tiny ember of hope sparking in my chest. “Beautiful?” I echo, disbelieving. Mariah smiles softly. “Absolutely.” Cassie finishes trimming my hair and spins my chair toward the mirror.

Complete beauty definition package obtained by Alcadara Jesya Cakrawala. "You're right, you're not the first person to fall in love at first sight with Alca." Marcus smiled with his eyes glued to Jesya, no matter if jesya was laughing with Keith, Marcus was really grateful to God who created a smile as sweet as Jesya's, maybe honey just lost sweet with the girl's smile. "Alca... Not only is her face beautiful, but she also has talent and complements the beauty in the girl." "Burn what do you mean?" asked Javier, folding his hands in front of his chest.

She was feeling refreshed after spending a week on a tranquil beach with the man he loved so dearly. She just took a shower and was putting on her uniform. She went in front of a little mirror that she mounted on her dusty wall. She combed her hair and put a little tint on her lips. “I don’t need make-up. I am beautiful the way I am,” she uttered to herself while staring at the mirror. “You are a beauty queen you know!” Indeed, Laura was a queen in their small town. Before she entered college, she was hailed the most beautiful woman in the municipality of Pakil in Laguna, Philippines.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.