Complete Beauty Novels & Stories

She returns a few moments later, her long trench coat on her body and a pair of stilettos on her feet. She's the vision of beauty, and I know for certain that I won't be able to get this image of her out of my head any time soon. Why does she have to be utterly perfect in every way? Brunette, check! Beguiling eyes that make me want to fall into their depths, check! Fantastic figure, check! Delectable smile, check! Fuck, I can't find a fault in her. And that's not good; it's awful, in fact.

She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Her white skin was perfectly flawless, she never she used face masks or expensive products, that really wasn't her character. She was all about simplicity, making things easy, helping those around her to relax and be happy with what they have. Perhaps that is why her skin glowed so, it was her inner beauty that lit her eyes and softened her features. When she smiled and laughed you couldn't help but smile along too, even if it was just on the inside. To be in her company was to feel that you too were someone, that you had been warmed in summer rays regardless of the season.

"I'll search every territory. Every forest. Every garden. I'll find them. This has to be perfect. Has to be beautiful. Has to be everything." The intensity worried me. The desperation underneath. The need for control. For perfection. For something to go right when everything else went wrong. "Kira," I said gently. After meeting. Pulling her aside. "You don't have to make this perfect. Don't have to control everything. It'll be beautiful regardless. Just us being together. Just celebrating love. That's enough. That's already perfect." "No," she said. Voice sharp. Eyes too bright. "It has to be perfect. Because what if what if this is last beautiful thing? Last celebration before everything en

Droplets of water adorned her glistening skin, hinting at the shower she had just taken. Haider was taken aback, his frustration momentarily forgotten. Ameera's beauty transcended his wildest dreams. Her luscious hair, damp and cascading over her shoulders, added to her allure. Her eyes sparkled like precious gems, and a subtle blush adorned her cheeks, contrasting with the radiance of her flawless complexion.

His perfect, kissable lips. “Have I told you how beautiful you looked today?” Jace asked, his voice husky and low. “Looked?” Ella repeated, confused at the past tense. If anything, this dress was the best she'd ever looked in her whole life. “The jeans looked sexy as hell earlier,” Jace answered, somehow moving closer to her. “And that blue dress at the wedding was perfect. It made you glow.” “And now?” Ella was breathless. His fingertips were still on her chin and she was staring up into his eyes. This was what magic felt like.

I was too late to fight for my love. I was too late. But despite just staying here and watching her from a distance, makes me fall in love with her even more. She is effortless and I am obsessed. I love how she coos when Bethany is crying. I love how she makes these adorably funny faces that even makes me and Ben laugh just from sitting here. I love how she is so comfortable about herself and that there’s just no pretension. She's really a perfect illustration of beauty. Effortless and simple.

The cold, composed doctor nodded, a folder in his hand as he walked toward me. Standing beside me, he began his examination. “How are you feeling, Ms. Sky?” “I’m fine.” He opened the folder. “With a deep wound on your arm, several bruises across your body, and yet you claim to feel nothing… Ms. Sky, I recommend a comprehensive exam. We need to determine if you might have congenital analgesia.” For some reason, I laughed at his—I suppose— cold joke. “Though seeing you laugh… I suppose that’s a good sign.”

I really don’t expect you to morph into the perfect wife. There is, after all, no one either of us has to convince and I really can’t see you as the kind of woman who’d get up at the crack of dawn every morning to run her man to the station every morning with her coat over her pyjamas.’ ‘Don’t you?’ She was wearing a pale grey designer suit, sexy high-heeled shoes and her pale hair swept up in the height of sophistication. Steve had turned her into his ideal. The kind of woman who never had to wash a dish or iron his

Basil I help Layla into the tub filled with warm water. Grabbing a sponge I soak it in water and begin to clean her body. I clean the grime from her, I clean the dirt from her hair until the water is so dirty you can't see through it. Unplugging the drain, two months worth of filth goes down the drain. I wrap her in a towel and sit her on the bed, getting a comb I start to take out the tangles in her hair. Letting the towel fall I observe her back, scars mar her body, some fresh and some are raised not healing properly. Reaching under the bed I retrieve the first aid kit, I cover her wounds in ointment and patch them up with bandages. Getting one of my shirts from my closet I slide it over h

The Costello mansion was massive. Aiden tried not to stare too obviously as he followed Alexander up the grand staircase. The polished marble floors gleamed under soft lighting, tall windows overlooked the perfectly manicured gardens, and elegant chandeliers hung from high ceilings. Everything about the place felt more like a palace than a home. He had never been anywhere like this before. His family’s house had been big, but this… this was on another level entirely. Alexander walked ahead calmly, clearly used to the luxury that surrounded him. His mother followed a few steps behind them with a small, knowing smile on her face.