Novel & Cerita Cruel Beauty

My heart was beating too fast and I cannot move, not when my whole family was here, at this beast's mercy. The elite party lights, champagnes, and sexy music didn’t justify how disgraceful this place was. A pity party for the Mob families, announcing a dream of happily ever after which doesn’t exist in our dark world. Only the greedy attend this kind of party. Only those who bathe in power and cruelness attend this kind of party.

— Okay, Ada. She smiles and leaves. Alone in the hallway, I sighed and walked to the staircase, going down until I reached the hall and from there walked to the back of the mansion. From the large double doors I could already see Celeste lying on a lounge chair in the sunlight, while she wore a blue bikini and a short floral sarong from the hips down. At eight months old, her exposed belly was huge and completely round, something that clearly weighs heavily, as she is always complaining about this fact, but I don't deny that it is a beautiful belly and, not being a drooler, but I admit that pregnant Celeste has become one of the great beauties I have ever seen.

Crista staggered in her high heels and held onto the wall for support. William was angry. No, he was furious. Did it mean that she had achieved her goal? Crista looked at herself in the mirror and saw her terrible makeup. "It's ugly. Sir, do you think I'm ugly? Please sir, just give me a moment to touch up my makeup.” Before Crista could step forward, William pulled her to him. "Since you want to drink with me, then stay with me!"

because Humans are worse than them. Humans who are ruling our world are worse than these creatures of God. Animals are much, far better than Humans because these humans broke me, snatched my everything, and threw me behind bars. I was a fighter. I was a survivor. But in this cruel world, these humans made me rotten. Now, I'm Cruel. I'm cold-hearted. I'm a Killer because I killed Myself. I killed my baby. I killed my own happiness. I ruined my own heart.

Went to the motherless home were Beauty was kept, she went there to adopt a child when she got their Beauty was crying bitterly. Mrs. Jane asked why is Beauty crying the woman in charge said that is how she always cries. So Mrs. Jane decided to adopt her after she signs some document Beauty becomes her daughter and she named her "My Sunshine" and took her home. After a month Clara thought of Beauty that if she grows up she might want to hunt her down, so she decided to kill her. She gave one of her evil men poison and a picture of Beauty that he should go and killed her. When the man got to the chapel he saw a child that looks like a Beauty and he thought the child was Beauty then he poisone

I knew for a fucking fact that they thoroughly enjoyed torturing him. I asked what caused Calvin’s death. Apparently, he attacked one of the guards and nearly killed him with Calvin getting himself killed in the process. It was an unfortunate circumstance, but at least he was here at long last. Beauty had been here multiple times throughout the years so that she could cleanse darkness from newcomers. It was a truly brutal torture method, one that I gave my fucking stamp of approval for. She was very empathetic by nature, so this allowed her to get some form of justice for all of the victims of the fuckers that she cleansed.

LeBlanc. Now I understand why Mr. LeBlanc grumbled; he had to make a woman as beautiful as her wait in the lobby for him. If I were a man, I might fall in love with her too. Her reddish-brown, wavy hair framed her face perfectly. Her high cheekbones made her even more graceful, and an elegant aura surrounded her perfectly. Slowly, her brown eyes shifted to me, "Is Marcus making you work late again?" Her pleasant voice made me return her smile.

Her beauty was a facade, a mask that hid the ugliness within. As I looked at her, I felt a sense of revulsion. How could someone so beautiful be so cruel and heartless? How could she use her charm and her beauty to manipulate and hurt others? I thought of Betty, and how Riezel had hurt her. I thought of the way Riezel had smiled and laughed, even as she was causing pain and suffering. Riezel's beauty was like a venom, spreading its poison through the air. It was a trap, luring people in with its sweetness and its charm. But once you were caught, there was no escape.

But to do it for eternal beauty is simply crazy. They killed and experimented on a dozen of werewolves and vampires, just to find the perfect formula for an antiaging and wrinkles-free face cream. How can they be so cruel and heartless, so vain? No wonder, the old lady got so excited when I lied about my age. What was said at the spur of the moment turned out to be exactly what she was looking for?

" I nodded furiously, panting. "Only good girls get to cum. Bad girls get to watch." His head tipped back as he stroked himself harder. His moans filled the room. I could see every twitch of his muscles, every drop of pleasure across his face. Gods, he’s beautiful, I thought. Cruel and beautiful and mine. My thighs shook with the effort of staying open. The fabric in my mouth was soaked with my own arousal. "Cry for me, angel. Let me see how much you need it "So pretty like this... desperate, tied..."."