Complete Beauty Novels & Stories

She let out a scream of ecstasy as I moved to her other br**st and repeated the motion. The beast was in no mood for drawn out foreplay today, he wanted his sweet release, and fast. I stood from the bed and removed my pants and shirt, before kneeling between Harriet’s legs. She moaned when I rubbed the head of my pe**s against her ready and waiting folds. I pushed in hard, entering her all the way. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched at the sensation it gave her. I began pumping, hard and fast, as my beast roared in satisfaction.

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

^^ with you gem so that I would rank higher or stand a better chance to be promoted. Was done in a braide atop whilst the rest flowed behind, her face glowing with immerse beauty that if anyone sees her would not only be shocked but Envious.. at the same time admire this beauty here. Her beauty was minimalist and nice to watch as if wanting to watch this beauty for so long... so malevolent.

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

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.

BETH- PRESENT Besides Sofia, she has to be the most beautiful woman I've seen outside TV. Even though Rachel tries, she has never achieved this level of perfection. From her perfectly coiffed hair; down her ridiculously expensive clothes, and I can tell they are from just looking- not that I am an expert on designer clothes; to her manicured toes, she is perfect. She is the kind of woman other women would want to be; exotic and mysterious looking. Even her perfume promises of seduction on a dark night. I've never been into women, but I assume she’d be the kind I would have liked.

I understood the command and hastened to comply with the orders. This little mind is a treasure, and I am sure she will become a beautiful woman when she grows up. With a soothing music vibration filling the room, I regained my original position on the bed and lay on my belly, gawking at the screen. “Mom, why would he want to find a perfect girl?” And there, my angel clicked something inside me. I gave her a flying kiss to give me something to write on. Perfection is an illusion; it’s a metaphor to recreate your expectations in a human form. It is okay to search for the one, but the question was, would you be able to fulfill her requirement of perfection?