Complete Beauty Novels & Stories

“Great. Everybody is now here. Emma, this is Alex. Alex, this is Emma.” A spark went through my body as we both looked up. And our eyes connected. I felt my heart thumping in my chest and my skin hair was standing up. I didn’t know what it was. Alex cleared his throat. “I’m Alex.” “Emma.” The spark increased as our hands touched. But there was something else too. I saw visions of us together. I pulled away, unable to take my eyes off of him. “Great. Now that everybody is acquainted. We should get going.”

It gave me this weird feeling in my stomach. “Alright then. I'll go to my room now. Goodnight”. She said and left. “Goodnight… Camilla”. I said as she left. I fell flat on my bed. Everything about her brought me this unexplainable peace. I found solace in her beautiful blue eyes and that radiant smile. She was… amazing. Have I fallen for you Camilla?

The words she whispered to me last night, I don’t think I can ever forget them. With moans as sexy as nothing I’ve ever heard, just before she reached her climax. She whispered into my ears, “You’re so beautiful”. I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me.

And I have no shame in admitting that fact. He walks past Elena and I—okay, so he wasn't walking towards us but it certainly seemed like it—and engulfs his girlfriend, Brenda Sommers, into a big hug, earning some wistful sighs from the girls around us. Me included. Brenda Sommers. She's basically the queen bee of our school. But she isn't cliché and mean for no reason. She's actually very nice, but can be mean when someone does something wrong to her. Which nobody ever does because she is terrifying when she needs to be. But then again, any normal person is like that, right? Also, nobody wants to end up like Alice Cohen. The ex-best friend of Brenda herself. Come to think of it, her and Elen

A beautiful plan. The perfect annihilation.

This was what Bamby told her earlier, while they were talking in the van on their way to the salon. It only took a few hours for all the salon treatments to be completed. Besides, she never even had to go to such a place. She was beautiful on her own. All that she needed were just minor enhancements – her hairstyle, a manicure and a pedicure, and a facial spa. “It has been a privilege to serve a goddess like you.” One of the staff said to Clarissa. “You all did an amazing job, guys! Thank you so much. Now, we’re off to get new clothes, Clarissa.” Bamby thanked all the salon staff for all their hard work.

Her eyes moved between James and me. The corner of my lip curled into a smirk, and I spun the ring on my left hand. Her eyes spotted the movement, and I could see she was fighting a snarl. “James, what is this about?” she fluttered her stupid, perfect lashes at him, tilting her head to the side for a dramatic effect. Everything about her was flawless, even after being trapped in a coma for years. Her long, dark hair remained straight and shiny. Her porcelain skin was flawless, void of wrinkles, acne, or freckles. Her body somehow maintained perfection, despite only moving when I manipulated it over the years.

I only cared that she did what she was told. Inch by inch my ribs compressed, my breathing growing thin… until my torso cinched into a shape that was borderline inhuman. Perfect. She tied the knot, stepping back with a shaky exhale. I stood perfectly still, testing the limits of my breath, letting the harsh squeeze settle into my bones. It hurt. It absolutely hurt. But beauty demanded pain. And I would never choose comfort over looking exceptional. Only basic, ugly people did that. Slowly, I straightened, adjusting my posture until everything looked right. My silhouette was immaculate. Precisely engineered.

She came closer to look at a picture an alpha wanted showing her of his own pregnant wife. I was glad I could smell her and I wanted so badly to touch her, kiss her, run my hands through her hair.The more I thought about touching her, kissing her, running my hands through her hair, the more I became aware of how attracted I was to her and I knew why.She was beautiful and so kind, so gentle and so compassionate. But that was not everything.She also smelled amazing and her skin was soft to the touch.It was like her personality reflected itself in her skin. And then of course there was her beauty, her looks, her grace. She was just so beautiful it almost hurt.It was difficult for me to believe