Complete Beauty Novels & Stories

This was an intimate oasis amidst the high-end boutique, a sanctuary dedicated to beauty and refinement. In this quiet haven, the spotlight was no longer on Azazel's enigmatic gaze, rather it had been replaced by the soft, ambient lighting which seemed to cast a hazy, calming glow on everything it touched. The intense scrutiny was replaced by the soothing presence of a makeup artist whose gentle attention carried an air of calm professionalism. Olivia felt the knots of tension slowly unravel from her shoulders, her body easing into the plush chair. As her eyes closed and a soft sigh slipped past her lips, she basked in the soothing tranquillity that this beauty haven offered, letting the war

Her eyebrows were thick and arched with confidence, and her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass, yet her smile—when it came—softened her whole face. Her eyes were the kind that held too many stories and not enough time to tell them all, a deep shade of whisky brown with golden flecks that made them look almost... enchanted. But it was more than just beauty. Nina Blackwood had poise. Grace. That enviable quality where she could sit on a stiff leather chair in a corporate office, sip black coffee, and still feel like she was sipping red wine in a rooftop lounge somewhere in Paris. And yet, she wasn’t intimidating. At least not to me. Not anymore.

While they whispered, Anna finished washing her face and returned to the main hall of the pharmacy. … At that moment, I stepped out from the back room and ran right into her. The instant our eyes met, I froze. Her features looked flawless, each line refined and impossibly delicate. Her skin was smooth like polished porcelain with a soft pink glow. The inflamed acne and pus-filled marks from earlier had vanished. Only under close scrutiny could someone find the faintest traces. With her skin restored, her presence radiated a stunning, distant beauty that could stop a room cold. …

When our hands touch is as if I grabbed hold of a hot wire, the electric current taking over me is both exciting and terrifying me at the same time. I mean she’s 5’7, with beautiful brown eyes with gorgeous gold flecks that made them dance with mischief. Long dark brown hair, and curves that would drive any man crazy, the most perfect set of perky and full tits I have ever seen. Pink lips that scream bite me, and a smile that would make you forget who you are. All in all, she the most perfect female specimen to ever exist, no wonder she is goddess and made by the gods. The woman is absolute perfection wrapped in a beautiful golden olive skin and strapped in a skimpy God I’m going to kill who

You're not even worthy of mentioning her name. "Even when you turned me against her, I never once thought of breaking my mate bond with her. Do you think you can take her place with that pretentious face of yours?" He pulled out a silver dagger and slashed it across her face. The silver poison stopped her healing, leaving her face marred with deep, ugly scars. "You don't deserve this face. You like scars, don't you? Let me help you." Laila screamed, clutching her face in agony.

"The password is correct. Process to scan your eyes, Sir!" The red light was scanning William's brown eyes. Afterwards, the beam also scanned the girl's blue eyes and Claire's hazel eyes. Finished. The sound of the system is again heard. "Welcome Team ß. Have a nice day!" That big door opened magnificently. The three of them stepped inside. They were greeted by waterfalls and beautiful natural scenery. Seriously. Every time Tiara walk through this door, She is once again fascinated by the beauty of nature down there.

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

she snapped. Tukijo smiled, satisfied with Markonah's statement. He took the initiative to approach her and hugged her from behind. "Yes, I belong only to her." Markonah was slightly surprised. She tilted her head up to look at Tukijo's face. "Ah, why is this guy so handsome," she murmured, blushing. Markonah's height was level with Tukijo's shoulder. By tilting her head up, she could clearly see Tukijo's face.

He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

Natasha greeted and the sarcasm dripping from her voice is not from this world. "Yeah, long time no see. You look beautiful as always. You know, the Barbie look and the goody two shoes attitude. You can take a child out of the gutter but you can't take the gutter out of the child, you still have the….." I had to grab her hand to stop her from talking any further.