Complete Beauty Novels & Stories

I look at my watch, surprised that I am fifteen minutes earlier than our meeting time. “You’re here.” I look up when I heard those familiar and soft voice. My heart throbbed harder by just seeing her perfect face. God. I don’t know how I fall deeper than I expected to this woman. “What?” she asked, blushing. Maybe she’s being conscious about her look because for a minute, I stare at her like I’m some kind of a freak. “Nothing... You look... Nice.” From her elegant braided hair, down to her silver and shiny shoes. Everything about her is perfect. Her light make up brought out her almond shaped dark eyes. Her blush on was just enough for me to see through her natural look. And the lipstick...

Two very familiar faces. And at the sight of them my heart rate picked up. Morgan and Bailey West. Morgan looked beautiful as always. She had always taken care of her appearance and had done so since her teens. But Bailey… well… she looked different. Not her usual self. In truth, she was never ugly, but she never made the most of what she had. Yes, when she came back from university her image had changed a little, like she was trying too hard. Straightening her curls, her glasses gone, and experimenting with various fashion styles. But today, she looked stunning. Classy even. In a simple, form-fitting maroon dress with a scooped neck, with a hem line finishing just above her knees. Showing o

Her white hair and porcelain skin glow softly like the necklace had, giving her an ethereal look about her. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t even know if the word beautiful is good enough to describe her. Everything about her screams beauty, but it’s a soft exquisiteness that isn’t found anywhere nowadays. Most women I find have a harsh beauty, something they have perfected with makeup, surgery, or accessories. They don’t have the natural and softness to them like she does. Looking at this woman brings a calmness, like when you look up at the night sky and the stars, and you don’t think of anything except how amazing the view is.

Oh. I looked back at the woman. She was beautiful, but not in the obvious way, not the kind of beauty that arrived first and flattened everything else behind it. It was something more deliberate than that, more controlled. Her hair was a pale expensive blonde, too light to be natural, too well maintained to be accidental, bleached and polished within an inch of its life. It should have looked harsh. It didn’t. It suited her in the same calculated way everything else about her seemed to. She wore elegance like instinct — nothing loud, nothing careless, every movement measured, every gesture economical. She held herself like someone who had spent years learning exactly how much of herself to r

beauty said “ brother already got a girl

I know, thank you" I replied. She left the mall, then I started walking round looking for what to buy. After searching round, I settled on a red handless gown with sparkles at the chest region to the waist level, she could use it to go on a date, I thought. I added a box of Diamond jewery with black heels to match the dress. After the gifts were wrapped, I paid for them and left the mall.

I stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.

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