Cruel Beauty Novels & Stories

In the most, crudest way possible. She is no fool. ‘I wanna KILL THE BITCH THAT STOLE YOU FROM ME’ Ruelles taught as how she is showly giving in to her vile and evil feral side as her flesh rips apart forming a decaying flesh as to which had a foul and morbidly disgusting odour about it. Bit by bit the painto her threshold was as if she wrath which welcomes her inner demons is eating her up feasting on her rage and burning her from the inside out. Giving out such an undesirable sensation to peel her skin in scorching heat of hunger and loos of self control and one of the most important consciousness of a person, humanity and mercy.

I could tear her apart with my bare hands—right now she was a knife in my ribs. She crouched as if amused by my struggle, eyes cold. "I guess you'll never know, huh?" Her fingers brushed a smear of dirt from my palm—slow, casual. She tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear like a petulant child playing with a toy. "To make that bastard weak, I have to kill you." Her smile was a slow, beautiful cruelty. "What a pity. Something so pretty, dying so soon."

Lucy's mom chuckled and then she started " There live a young girl called Lucretia. She lives with her sick grandmother. Lucretia is an orphan. She has to struggle to earn a living . One most precious thing Lucretia cherish most is her beauty. She has this beauty that even people living around them were jeolous about. She was everyone's favorite except the jeolous ones in the community.

The war had just begun. _________________________________________________________________________________ Meanwhile, in the dungeons under the Nether Moon Pack palace, Cruella can be seen in chains and shackles. She's literally almost naked, stripped down to just a white bra and matching panties. She looks terrible. Her hair is disheveled and she could do with a shower as dust and dirt can be seen in patches on her body. Her dungeon cell is lit by a flaming torch attached to the wall........ Cruella's POV~ I could literally feel my body quaking. I hadn't eaten much for days and these guards weren't making the situation any better.

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.

Ruby Lachlan, though not as beautiful as Serena Snow, was a stunningly beautiful woman herself. She was truly breathtaking, with a voluptuous figure and long, attractive legs. Now stripped down to her underwear, she looked even more alluring, but her beauty was marred by the bloody cuts on her legs, which made all her beauty seem to vanish.

Is this beautiful, heart-fluttering young lady really a naughty, weak and stupid girl every day? “There are no ugly women, only unbeautiful women.” Rosa smiled proudly at her own masterpiece, while constantly using hairspray on Brawen's hair. Brawen was a bit dumbfounded: "It's really beautiful". “Is there more to say, Brawen? Even pure Irina might not be as good as you. Like this, there will definitely be a lot of people competing to dance with him. But wait, Brawen, are you going to keep that white bandage over your eyes forever? Doesn't look right, take it off.” Rosa lunged forward, reaching out her hand as if to yank the strip off Brawen's face.

And if there’s one thing they all had in common, it was that they were beautiful. But… He’s worse. He’s too beautiful. The kind of beauty that doesn’t just get admired it destabilizes things. Fae beauty isn’t normal beauty. It’s not soft or human or even truly consistent. It shifts depending on perception, like your mind can’t decide what it’s looking at. One moment it’s sharp and cruel, the next it’s almost tender, like it’s been tailored specifically to whatever weakness you didn’t know you had. They say faes aren’t just born beautiful but that they’re crafted by magic itself. Curated by old laws, by courts that care more about aesthetic balance than morality.

Over the past few months, Erwin had slept with every shewolf close to me just to watch me fall apart. Now every single one of them was hopelessly in love with him. "In one minute." Erwin set down his wineglass. His voice was cold. "Whoever makes her cry first becomes my permanent bedmate." The shewolves' eyes lit up. They ran toward me. Madison was the first. She lunged forward and slashed my face with a silver blade. The searing pain spread across my skin, and suddenly I recalled her birthday last year. Madison had held up a bottle of Moon Goddess spring water with shimmering eyes. "Lara, may the Moon Goddess bless you with everlasting happiness."

How was I supposed to feel again? He’s freaking breathtaking. I know Alexander is gorgeous, but right now, he’s looking ten times more beautiful than the last time I saw him. His long dirty blonde hair is slicked back, tucked behind his ears, revealing his forehead. His dark brows are neatly groomed, and his gorgeous silver eyes are peeking from beneath them. He looks mature in a different way than he usually does. He looks responsible, unbelievably sexy, and is that a suit peeking from the cut of the small screen? I can’t tell because it seems a bit dark wherever he is, and he also appears to be moving.