Broken Beauty Novels & Stories

Lucas genuinely admired every aspect of Luna's beauty, as it felt like he was experiencing an unparalleled paradise. This time, Lucas's tongue was entwined with Luna's in a playful dance. He released the intertwining, then pulled back and touched every inch of Luna's outer lips, which felt sweet and elastic. A moan escaped Luna's lips when Lucas gently nibbled on her lower lip, and the next moment, Luna was surprised by something hard beneath her. She already knew what it was, and when she opened her eyes, she met Lucas's lust-filled gaze. This made Luna break away from their kiss. "Babe, shouldn't we get ready?" Luna said, trying to shift the atmosphere, hoping Lucas would remember their pr

A wave of stale air and a muffled scream hit me. As I went down the stairs, a lady came into view. Like she's been waiting for someone to come save her. The stench that hit me, nearly made me dizzy. What the hell...I stepped down the stairs while she began to struggle against the chair. Her scream muffled by the cloth in her mouth. What she wore left very little to the imagination. Her body was scarred with both healed and I healed wounds. I was in disbelief as I shuffled towards her her doe eyes silently pleading with me to rescue her.

So I chose the second option, I ignored her. The broken mess I had seen her become after the accident had done something to me. And at that point, I’d realised how fragile she was. I might've started with the thought of breaking her but now seeing the glimpse of it made me want to ruin everything until she smiles back. Somehow the incident made me look at her like something that could be broken if I didn’t handle with care. And, she was too beautiful to even make a crack on her fierce personality.

When she touched her cheek, her fingers came away with traces of blood from where the soap had scraped too deeply. "Let this be a lesson," Irene said, finally releasing Beverly's shoulders. "Beauty is a privilege, not a right. And privileges can be taken away." Beverly stared at herself in the reflection of Diro's computer screen. Her face was red and irritated, her lips swollen and cracked. She looked worse than she had before the makeup—she looked damaged. "Now," Diro said, settling back into his chair, "do we understand each other?" Beverly nodded automatically, her face throbbing with every movement.

Not physically. Digitally. Fragments of light missing, replaced by jagged gaps where the system had failed to reconstruct her properly. Her face— Still beautiful. But wrong now. Too sharp. Too real. Blood streaked one side of her temple. Not simulated. Not stylized. Real. She pushed herself up slowly. One hand trembling. The other braced against the floor. And when she looked up— There was no elegance left in her gaze. Only fury. --- “My Masterpiece” “You…”

I whispered, “if you try to take more than a second—” (‘Give me control.’) The room blinked out. Not slowly. Not dramatically. Just—dark. When my eyes opened again, I was still standing. My balance wavered for half a second. Like I’d missed a step I didn’t know was there. I looked around. Everything was the same. Machines. Window. Chair. Then I looked at Beauty. And my stomach dropped. The bruising was gone. Not faded. Gone. Color had returned to her cheeks. Her lips were pink again. The strange darkness along her elbow had vanished as though someone had rewritten the last forty-eight hours.

Let her break down in my arms where no one else could see. "I'm sorry," she gasped when she finally calmed. "I'm such a mess." "You're my mess," I said. "And I love every broken piece of you." "How?" She pulled back to look at me. "How can you love someone this damaged?" "Because you're not damaged." I cupped her face. "You're healing. There's a difference. Damaged implies broken beyond repair, but you're not broken, Beatrice. You're wounded. And wounds heal given time and care."

I hate disgusting, cowardly men like that. “I said shut up! Leo has already taken care of that man!” Rose snapped, her brow furrowed. (I should have cut off his genitals and...) Crash! Rose stared at the mirror, now shattered into pieces before her, breathing heavily and glaring. “Your British accent really makes me sick! Next time I’ll lock you up, so you don’t disturb my enjoyment of this comfortable, clean city.” After that, her expression turned flirty again. “At least I like this outfit.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she felt a stinging pain in her knuckles. “I hate pain,” she grumbled irritably. “And blood. I hate blood.”

“How do you feel, baby?” “Completely… broken,” Rebecca whispered with a wrecked, blissful smile. “And I’ve never been happier. Thank you… for letting them destroy me.” The seven men stood over her used body, cocks finally softening but still twitching at the sight of their masterpiece of depravity. Rebecca pushed one last time, showing off her fully ruined, prolapsed holes as the final waves of cum poured out. She was theirs now. Irrevocably corrupted. Ready for whatever filthy adventures came next.