Novel & Cerita Complete Beauty

The rustle of delicate parchment filled the silence. Suddenly, one gown stood out, distracting her from the anger simmering beneath her. The gown was a masterpiece of refined sensuality. The gown featured a sleek, body-hugging silhouette in pure white silk. The corseted bodice molded perfectly to the figure, accentuating every curve without excess. Hand-stitched lace cascaded from the sweetheart neckline and trailed seamlessly into the long, flowing train. It was sophisticated, bold, and undeniably modern. “I want this one, Tita,” Beatrice declared, tapping the image with a manicured finger.

At least she’s wearing a sheer wrap around skirt thing but she might as well not be wearing anything. Her make up is perfectly done, every detail mapped out. Every laminated eyelash is in its perfect spot, perfectly accentuating her perfection. It doesn’t help that her hair is flawless. This messy bun with little whisps that make her cheekbones pop. Strawberry blonde, tanned skin free of blemishes, scars, cellulite or stretch marks. Blue eyes that would draw any red blooded man’s gaze. The quintessential American girl. My heart sinks. Perfection stacked on top of perfection. On perfection. Like a three layer wedding cake, each perfectly centered on the last.

I said to myself refusing to believe someone was actually behind me. “You are not going crazy Khalid, everything you see or hear here is real”. The voice said once again. Astonished, I turned to see the most perfect and beautiful being that could ever exist. Her heavenly beauty is a true embodiment of grace, radiance, and perfection. Every aspect of her physical features seems carefully crafted by the hands of divine artisans. Her face is flawless , adorned with features that exude elegance. The smoothness of her complexion rivals the softest petals of a delicate flower.

Sophia had no words to comfort Amaya and just held her tighter in the embrace. Amaya slowly disengaged from the hug and walked into the bathroom to wash her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and smiled sadly at the frail figure in front of her. She had noticably lost weight in the last few hours, her eyes were sunk in, her face pale, and she looked like a pretty ghost. Very fragile and pale. "You've got this Amaya. You're strong, he can't break you". she mentally encouraged herself. Letting out a smile, she arranged the red lingerie she wore, the one lady Esme had thrown at her earlier and walked out of the bathroom.

Next Morning Hazel sat gracefully in her vanity chair, her corporate suit a stark contrast to the soft, feminine glow of her vanity lights. Her hair cascaded down her back like a rich, dark waterfall, its silken strands framing her face as she meticulously applied her makeup. The gentle strokes of her brush and the soft blush of color on her cheeks only added to her natural beauty, transforming her into a vision of loveliness.

"So tell me Catherines, what are your hobbies?" "There is nothing much to know really because it's just the normal stuff people do," she said, as she wiped her lips off any food particles. "Like what, tell me" I said, as I relaxed on my chair, admiring her beauty, but I couldn't get enough of it. I love the way she styled her hair, and the dress really suits her well. She complimented her dress with light makeup, that is if she is wearing any at all. I also love her voice, it is like music to my ears

But what she doesn’t understand is why can Freeda see it too? Freeda was seated beside him at the table and Jude just listened and felt how weird Freeda was reading the book while he sees nothing in it. "This book is about eternal love and sacrifice until death, but the deity has a gift, that is beauty in immortality, what exactly is beauty in immortality?" Freeda read and Jude was amazed.

As she looked at it lying poorly on the tiles, it felt as though it carried her presence, and for a brief moment, she wallowed in guilt. "Beautiful." His compliment snatched her out of her reverie. Did he call her beautiful? She squinted her eyes, hoping to catch that word again. Julian let his gaze travel over her from head to toe. Her huge, but firm breasts. Her perfectly curvy figure, her drenched cunt, begging to take his cock. He saw nothing but perfection. A whole woman in her full grace. So soft. So beautiful. So perfect. So ready for him, and she was his. All of her belonged to him.

Angelica also watching before each moved to eat. The room soon buzzing with people as designers and maids all move to enter. Each one soon fussing over Isabella. Isabella now forced to endure the mantra, beauty is pain as those within the room moved onto waxing her, brushing her, curling her and manhandling every last bit of her until she was 100 percent finished. The designers and maids eventually stepping away once Isabella was done Isabella now staring at her reflection. Her eyes wide at what she was seeing. Her elegant blonde hair now pinned beautifully upon her head while tiny wispy curls soon adorned her face. her makeup light and airy and completely flawless as it moved to enhance her

Standing right at the entrance of the elite boutique was a woman. She was jaw droppingly beautiful, her slender, perfect figure wrapped in a tailored, midnight blue silk trench coat that exuded an untouchable aura of immense wealth and commanding power. Her skin was completely radiant, flawless, and luminous under the sun, completely devoid of any trace of the chemical illness that had plagued her for a year. Her long dark hair was styled with absolute perfection, cascading over her straight, majestic shoulders as she moved with the fierce, unyielding grace of a true queen.