Broken Beauty Novels & Stories

”Anything ,you say”He smiled and she felt his lips on hers immediately . She tried pushing him away but he is more stronger than her .She suddenly felt sick . He continued kissing her and she just stood there like a log of wood not reciprocating neither is she moving . He broke from the kiss and touched her face .She couldn’t see his face because there is no light in the room . “You know you really are a beautiful girl .I think I like you already “He smirked . She scrunch her face is disgust . “Just let me go !”She pleaded weeping .

Its the first year my smile was real. I was happy though I couldn’t completely show it. From the moment I saw her in that dress, I couldn’t stop smiling on the inside. From head toe, hands down she was the prettiest girl tonight. Between her smooth copper tone, the rose gold shimmering of the dress, the dramatic gold makeup, and her hazel , Danica was perfect.

If Grandma hadn't married him, today, she might be quietly living in a luxurious villa tending to her flower garden without having to worry about money for the rest of her life. Even after falling into this kind of miserable condition, grandma still maintained her graceful and wise nature. She lived well without ever troubling her granddaughter. But even though she seemed to be doing well all this time, Indira knew that her heart was actually broken by her husband's betrayal. The pain of betrayal and the huge changes in her life had damaged her mind and body, but she refused to show her sadness to Indira. Remembering what Arya Wiratama had said a week ago, Indira was getting impatient to sel

But Lucas, as if consumed by rage, grabbed her hair and slammed her onto the glass coffee table. The sharp sound of shattering glass, accompanied by Lilith’s scream, echoed through the room. Shards of glass flew everywhere, cutting into Lilith’s face. Blood gushed out, staining her clothes red. Her brother rushed forward to save her, only to be met with a brutal punch to the temple from Lucas. He groaned, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then laid still. That punch took his life instantly. Lucas stood in the wreckage of the living room, letting out low, chilling growls.

This—this careless joy—hit harder than any provocation. She moved closer to the mirror, smiling at her reflection, tilting her head as she hummed. Faint scars traced her skin—ugly, telling marks that hinted at a story he didn’t want to imagine. And still she danced, light and unafraid, as if pain had not taught her to shrink. A puzzle, he thought. One he wanted to unravel slowly. The door creaked when he shifted his weight. She spun. Their eyes locked. The air changed—tightened—like the moment before a storm breaks.

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.

A memory of Jericho suddenly flashed to her mind. -Flashback- "No matter what happens, I will always be here for you," Jericho said while smiling. "I will always be the guy you can come to whenever you have a problem. Someone who would drop everything he's doing just to come to you. I promise you that you will never be alone in this world." -End of Flashback- ------- Patricia woke up after a few hours and the first thing she did was break everything she touched inside her room. She destroyed her clothes, her bed, her bags and shoes, and every single piece of furniture around her. She screamed until there's no voice to scream with anymore.

"Maybe she's right." His phone buzzed on the desk. He looked at it. A notification. News alert. *Sienna Blake's Latest Work: A Portrait of Heartbreak* He clicked before he could stop himself. The article loaded. A photo of a painting filled the screen. Dark. Chaotic. Beautiful in a terrible way. Blues so deep they looked like bruises. Reds that screamed. Blacks that consumed everything. It was pain. Visible. Raw. Honest. He stared at it. Couldn't look away.

Looking at me without judgment or disgust. Roman leaned down so his lips were lined with my ear, “You are so beautiful, Calista.” My heart cracked and I welcomed the pain. “Stop lying to me” “I'm not” he murmured behind me. I wanted to lean into Roman's strong body, to bask in his warmth and the comfort he brings, but I couldn't. I was too tainted to even be close to him. I was too broken to live “I'm falling apart” I whispered. His hands tightened around me, and I could feel his breath, his heartbeat. “I'll hold you together”

The room was dense with Cecilia’s silence, A silence that felt unsettling, resembling the tranquility before a fierce storm. The moonlight streaming through the window lit up her tear-stained face, creating shadows that appeared to reflect the chaos within her heart. The pain in her chest came not only from the physical solitude. It stemmed from the rejection that penetrated more profoundly than any scratch or bite could. Her family abandoned her when she required their support the most.