Complete Beauty Novels & Stories

asked the person who bumped into Tukijo. She is Maemunah the beautiful, smart, and popular girl. Reportedly, she is the prettiest girl in the entire XI class. Her face was pure white, like snow. However, her nature is not as cold as snow, she is a friendly, sociable, and helpful child. The girl comes from class XI Natural Sciences 1. "It's okay, I'm just surprised," said Tukijo looking at Maemunah's face. He was fascinated with her beauty.

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.

Red shook her head and moved to another stall, quickly and unabashedly removing her own clothes. Jane completely forgot about the three people that she had just seen have sex. Her eyes were completely glued on Red. The woman was physically perfect . . . as flawless as a valuable gem. Every muscle was perfectly formed and toned, her hips and breasts perfectly full and her waist slim and taut. Red's skin was pale but beautiful, and it contrasted with the flaming red of her hair. Even the white streak in Red's beautiful locks added to the woman's almost unholy beauty. And Jane noticed that as the three other inhabitants of the showers got dressed, Red stole a couple of glances. Not at Nathaniel

The owner of this room is a very messy person. On the ceiling is a sparkling crystal chandelier, and around the walls are flickering blue candles. They seem to be made of mermaid fat according to legend. This is something that Ciara had only read about in books, as it is extremely rare and difficult to create. Finding a stranded dead mermaid on the shore is nearly impossible. Hunting mermaids for their fat would be like committing a crime against the entire mermaid race. The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal.

I'm not sure what the advantages of the man who is always glorified by the entire campus are; besides his handsome face, what else does he have? Ah, let me introduce myself; my name is Jasmine Smith. There is nothing special about me; it's just that my family is quite rich, so my life feels very easy. I can get anything I want. But somehow, my life feels bland. Maybe because I have too much money, I no longer have the motivation to get something.

She had been slowly poisoning Kathleen and secretly recorded the family's criticisms of Kathleen to flaunt them in front of her. The detective shook his head, muttering, "What a vicious woman. She'd been planning this since her teens." The funeral was held three days later, and the entire elite circle of New Aeravale attended. Everyone remembered the brilliant, proud Kathleen—the woman who built her art gallery from nothing and stayed graceful even in her final days. Bowen wore a black suit and looked like he had aged a decade. He held Candice in his arms as they stood in front of the casket.

“They do sound perfect together.” Bella hopes that Adam does not hear the hint of wistfulness in her voice. She longs for a guy to love her like that. A guy that makes up the other half of her and makes her feel complete. She longs for a great, all-consuming love like the ones that she reads about in her books.

Respect filled her eyes for Eva. "You think I'm beautiful?" The girl asked curiously and Eva smiled before answering. "Yes you are beautiful, and you should know that!" The girl was in a daze while Eva chukled at her reaction before saying. "Now will you do my make-up?" The girl came out of her daze and started doing her work embarrassed. The cosmetologist put the brush down after she did her last final touch, while on the other hand, the hairstylist was done too. Eva wore her red emerald dress before standing in front of the mirror. She was shocked to see her new appearance. For a second she couldn't believe her eyes at her makeover.

He found himself irresistibly drawn to her; it was as if he were staring into the very essence of her being. This girl was exquisite beyond measure. Her figure was a work of art, with alluring curves that defied the laws of gravity. At just the right height—neither too tall nor too short—she commanded attention effortlessly. Every detail from her shimmering hair that cascaded down her back like a piece of fine silk. Her flawless makeup enhanced her natural beauty. She was perfectly manicured from her nails to her toes, and that designer gown embraced her body like a second skin.