Broken Beauty Jaclin Marie Novels & Stories

Falling in love is a process. It happens gradually with the way your heartbeat increases to the way your heart longs for forever with that one person.~ A. Gupta Cole My eyes couldn’t look away from her. She was exceptionally beautiful. Her beauty was too profound, like she should be kept under wraps and locked so no one would touch her and smudge her pure beauty. One touch and she would get dirty. But the man inside me wanted to dirty her up for myself, I wanted to make her mine, despite her being broken I wanted her to be my filthy princess.

And as she walked out, the sun on her face, the city humming around her, she whispered — so softly, only the wind could hear: "I’m not your mirror anymore. The café faded behind her. But the truth didn’t. She had been judged. Measured. Found lacking. And still? She walked away — not broken. Not ashamed. But clear. Because she finally understood: Beauty wasn’t in the face. It was in the choice. To stay. To rise. To see — and still be kind.

I let that pain show in my face, in the way I held my body. "Beautiful," Giuseppe murmured, snapping shots. "Now show me hope." I thought about Liam, about second chances, about the possibility of love again. I let that warmth fill my expression. "Perfetto! Now strength. Show me a woman who's survived everything and come out fighting." I straightened my spine, lifted my chin, and looked directly into the camera. This was my story. My journey from broken wife to independent woman. From victim to survivor. "Yes! That's it!" Giuseppe was getting excited now. "That's the Ayra I wanted to see!"

“This feels unreal. A few years ago, I was a girl who hid behind layers of makeup because I didn’t believe I was beautiful. And a few months ago, I was a woman drowning in self-doubt because someone who was supposed to love me told me I’d never be enough. Today, I stand here to tell every woman—your glow isn’t something you buy. It’s something you nurture. And you are more than enough.” The applause that followed was thunderous. She smiled through the emotion pressing at her throat. “Marie’s Skin was born from pain, healing, and rediscovery. Every formula is made with gentle, natural ingredients—because beauty shouldn’t hurt. It should heal. It should love.” Her eyes found Gerald’s in the cr

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

" He never thought that someday she would ask him something like that. She is always beautiful to him, but the fact that makes her think that way is that her broken inside is gradually affecting the outside. He looks at her eyes; the dark circles are prominent, as are pimples, an uneven skin tone, a messy ponytail, and red eyes, as if a skeleton is sitting in front of him. She lays her head on his leap. "You know, JK, when my father died, we became so poor that mom had to work hard to bear our living expenses. I became so ugly that's why people always bullied me at my school; they didn't even play with me. I always had to sit alone on the last bench. They used to beat and tease me for no rea

I Raven a mere Omega that was trampled upon by other Omegas and pack members back at Attic Moon. 'The make up is not yet done and you look so beautiful already,' Selene gushed as she walked into the room looking beautiful herself. 'You look beautiful Selene,' I said honestly. 'Thank you. Wait until you see April. I just wish I had her type of skin,' Selene said dreamily. 'Your skin is beautiful too Selene,' I said smiling at her. 'Don't tell me that.That natural tan is everything, believe me,' Selene replied sitting down on the bed opposite me.

Confronted by the skepticism of netizens, the poster evidently got triggered and uploaded a photo of a ginormous diamond ring. "So what if I'm a homewrecker? A little bit of whining gets me things you peasants couldn't afford even if you broke your back for a lifetime!"

"Come in." As the door slid open, a vision of loveliness entered the room, her golden blonde hair cascading down her back like a river of sunlight. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled with a keen intelligence, and her full lips curved into a subtle smile as she took in the scene before her. Despite her youthful appearance, this was no innocent ingénue - this was Stephanie, the Blood Axe family's most skilled and deadly spy and detective. Her beauty was a weapon, a tool she wielded with precision and grace, able to charm and disarm even the most hardened criminals.

With a sigh, I turned away from the front and looked behind me to see a girl at the last roll waving me over. I walked over to her, tentatively and smiled hesitantly at her. She was a sub, I could tell that much. Her black hair had sharp purple highlights, and her make-up was goth style and she was wearing completely black outfits. Elites didn't entertain oddities or uniqueness like that. “Sit beside me. You didn't know? The back seats are for us. I'm sorry you had to find out like that.” She said, as she gave me a pitiful look.