Complete Beauty Novels & Stories

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.

Completely. Everything.

Modest, demure—yet undeniably stunning. Her hair had been pulled into a perfectly sculpted bun, sleek and severe, with no jewels or pins hidden between the strands. Nothing glittered there but the natural richness of her hair itself, the dark and light tones interlacing in ways no ornament could improve. Even her makeup was restrained, a whisper of shadow, a faint touch of blush, her beauty allowed to breathe on its own. Only her lips stood out, painted in a deep, sultry red that stole attention the way fire devours oxygen.

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

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.

Messy and complicated and hard-won and perfect. Full circle, at last.

They’re all excellent but the best save for last and finally the MC called Shanes name. “The long wait is over! Ladies and gentlemen, our supermodel, the one and only Miss Shane Sandoval!” Everyone gave her a round of applause and cheered for her. Shane is the most gorgeous, alluring and elegant among them. She walks with a smile on her face and everyone really loves her. The show continues without Shane knowing that I am here watching her personally. Every model ramped up the branded clothes that are trending in America. Shane wears the most expensive brand of clothes. She looks so stunning in every outfit that she’s wearing for the show.

“Here in the department store, Ma’am, yes. But if you want, we have a physical store on the ground floor. I’m sure you can choose something from our variety of designs. The limited-edition ones are also there.” “Okay, thank you.” I bit my lower lip as I walked away from the lady. I entered the store and immediately wander my eyes. What should I choose between sneakers, flats, or heels? Should I buy heels? I don’t have one yet. “What specific color and design do you want, Ma’am?” Someone went to me. I smiled. “None. As long as it caught my attention, I’ll buy it.” She understood what I meant, so she stayed behind me the whole time while I was looking at the shoes. They are all beautiful, and