Broken Beauty Novels & Stories

I washed his thighs. When he was clean I sat back. I looked at him. He was broken and battered. But he was breathtaking. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. "You are staring," Kael murmured. A ghost of a smirk touched his lips. "I am admiring," I corrected. "You are a work of art Kael Blackwood." "I am a ruin," he said. "Look at me Elara. I am scarred. I am burned. I am poisonous."

The glass bottle slipped from her fingers and shattered on the marble floor. "No... no no no... this can't be happening!" The face in the mirror was not hers. It was grotesque version. Her once flawless, dewy skin was sallow and blotchy, stretched tight over sharp cheekbones. Dark, bruise-like circles hung under her dull eyes. Her lustrous brunette hair hung in limp, greasy strands. The delicate curve of her jaw seemed… coarser. It was as if the very essence of her beauty was draining away, leaving behind a rough, sickly shell. The woman who used to turn heads with a single smile now looked like death itself. She looked... ugly. Old. Sick.

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*

The sheer devastation etched on her beautiful countenance painted a picture of vulnerability and heartache. In that moment, Ameera embodied a fragile elegance, her brokenness only enhancing her ethereal beauty. Her tears fell unabated, tracing a path down her cheeks as she cradled her shattered heart. The pain she felt was palpable, her spirit crumbling under the weight of the truth she had so desperately wished to deny. As the world outside the suite continued its dance of celebration, Ameera remained alone, her cries a silent symphony of grief and despair. In the depths of her sorrow, she felt the fragility of her existence, the vulnerability of her trust cruelly exposed.

He pointed at a thin cut on his cheek and complained, "Look what he did. I'm disfigured. You're never going to call me good-looking again." I couldn't help laughing in exasperation. "Haven't you seen plenty of beautiful statues with flaws? Haven't you ever heard of the beauty of brokenness? Haven't you heard that scars and tears are the best look a man can have?"

She sneezed twice with gobs of snot tracking over her lips. I was shocked I had ever thought she was beautiful. She looked broken and bruised now, her dress was torn and the soles of her shoes were scuffed beyond repair. But even worse was the hideous heart she held inside, one that not even all the makeup and jewels in the world could distract from.

Camille asked me so I followed what she pointed to and saw the dumb man smiling while holding a woman by the waist, I think this is what Drake, his ex, was saying. "I don't know? Maybe that's one of his flings." I said. "She's not pretty though, I didn't know that Kevyn's taste has changed." I laughed because of Camille's comment. Later, the fool came to us with the woman. "Oh hi Kevyn." Camille greeted him. "Hi Camille, how are you?" he asked more. "I'm still pretty, I didn't know you and Ash were already broke up." "A month ago, but we haven't talked properly, you know that's too bitter."

Roman She looked so beautiful while fast asleep. Her little snores soared throughout their room and as always she had already yanked the blanket to her side of the bed. So typical of Mikaella! He wiped away the stray strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. The pinkish and purplish part of her skin on the neck made him ashamed. Hurting her was the last thing on his mind last night. The sudden urge to make her his yesterday was great.

He smirked at me. "So, hours, this girl .. standing in front of you, was once a broken woman. She had gone through so many things that even left her a souvenir .. can you see the scar on her chest?" His grip tightened on my hand. I just looked at him the whole time. Not minding all the eyes watching. "She hate that back then," he trailed and I nodded. "She thinks it's ugly, do you guys think it's ugly? I mean look at her, she's perfect." "You're so beautiful, Doc!"

You forget to interact with people and you forget to feel anything except the pain that you had kept in for so long. And then she came into my life. She eclipsed my every hurt and pain because hers was greater than mine. She is afraid but hides it well behinds her beauty. She is strong but doesn't let people see that side of her. And she is broken but I fell for the cracks, wanting to fill them up with the pieces of my own broken heart. I would do anything for her, except... (This book is a dark tragedy. Contains dubious content that might not be for sensitive readers. Proceed with caution.)