Cruel Beauty Novels & Stories

Then, I saw what he did next, and it was pure madness. He laid the child Susie had given birth to right next to my body and cranked the sauna to an unbearable 180 degrees. My eyes were wide open in shock. Chester was trying to cook himself alive! The most shocking thing was that Chester, out of pure selfishness, had actually suffocated Susie's own child. I could only watch as the child was transformed into a mummy, just as I had been. At that moment, Chester pretended to scream, "Oh, my baby!"

My men don’t care about money—they care about my orders. And my order tonight? Make him remember. Make him terrified to even breathe in the direction of another woman. Make him regret ever lifting his filthy hand. Some would call it cruel. Some would call it excessive. I call it balance. An equation. He violated, and he’ll be violated back. He thought he could take; now I’ll take from him. He’ll still be alive—I’m not handing him a death sentence tonight. No, death would be mercy. I want him crawling. I want him humiliated. I want him to look at a woman for the rest of his life and tremble, because in his mind, he’ll always see me waiting in the shadows.

A table had been smashed to splinters, chairs overturned, curtains shredded. On the wall, smeared in crimson, two words stared back at me: FUCK YOU. My jaw clenched. Anger roared up through me, but underneath it, a different heat stirred; a pulse of arousal, the thrill of knowing I had to hunt her down. Talia didn’t know what she’d unleashed. She had just woken the beast I had spent years trying to bury, the ruthless part of every alpha. I smiled.

Violent. The kind that echoed through bone. Not movies. Real. Ugly. Permanent. Sienna’s pulse spiked — not fear, but adrenaline. Her world sharpened. Every sound precise. Every movement intentional. She had lived in survival before. She knew this version of herself. And she hated how easily it returned. ⸻ They descended together. Slow. Precise. Deadly quiet. Until they reached the landing. And saw the first body. One of the intruders. Down.

she said with the kindest smile. Abigail felt like she was going to die from a nosebleed. She looked so breathtaking. Her ruby-colored eyes, waist-length red hair, luscious lips, angled features, and round eyes made her feel jealous of her. She felt she was so inferior. In fact, Abigail was the most beautiful woman on Athmovezer land. She had witch blood flowing in her body which give her the natural beauty of their race and combined with the fact she was the descendant of the Ursula Rati Slava, made her more beautiful. But in front of this woman, she felt like she looked like the ugliest woman in the world. Being a woman, she swooned on her beauty. She never saw a woman who was as beautiful

Being on a beauty ranking list would already surprise others. "Usually, Third Sister rarely appears in public. I wonder how she got on the list?" Draco raised an eyebrow, asking so. Edward glanced at Alpha Jeffn, seated on the other side, before answering, "The young master isn't wrong. Most of the beauties on the list are from distinguished families, aristocrats, or accomplished artists. Very few people can see a beauty's appearance in person. However, there are always clever individuals. They glimpse a person's looks and then command an artist to create their likeness and spread it everywhere. That's how people end up on the Beauty Ranking. Felicia's elder sister is one of them, and so is

The man couldn't help but exhale sigh after sigh. He stepped forward to pull her back but she managed to dodge him. He watched her with a hooded gaze as she spread her arms wide and twirled in the rain. Her eyes sparkling with joy and a bright smile claiming her lips as she looked heavenward. She was happy. Genuinely happy. The burning desire in his gaze seemed to penetrate through her flsh, making her skin flush. At that moment, Azriel was astounded by the beauty his mate possess. She was stunning. His fingers itched to detangle her hair, his skin burned to touch her, and his lips yearned to kiss her till she was breathless. He was irresistibly drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He didn't

Its been two months, can't get my mind off her. Who is she to make me this uneasy? It's like am losing my wits(senses). Why can't I just forget about her? Since like forever I have always hated the ladies, why is this one so different? Come to think of it, she is so beautiful, her grey eyes captivating, her lips as red as crimson, her eye lashes so long, her posture perfect. Her hair long and dark, gosh! She is my ideal woman. Won't let her slip through my fingers, hell I won't let her out of my sight, even though I know nothing about her, I don't care. Even if she turns out to be married, I will have her husband killed and take her for myself. She better be single, cause no one has made me

I said goodbye to the forest, the lake, and the deer. To my amazement, the hall was already filled with well-dressed people when I arrived. The beautiful, spacious Full Moon Hall had six enormous columns that were carved with the history of the pack. The marble floor was white with gold shining, and the hall's name, I believe, derived from the painted blood-colored full moon that hangs from the ceiling. The males had changed into suits or tuxedos and some even had their hair slicked back, they were ready to invite the females to dance later. The females were almost all dressed in gorgeous evening gowns, decorated with large ruffles, gold lace, or ribbons with ornate jewelry and luxury handba

"She's fine. She's… thriving, in her own way." He paused, savoring the dread that bloomed in her eyes. "She's with the Blue Moon pack now. Sold off as a slave. They have a… particular appetite for pretty little things like her." The words hung in the air, heavy and cruel. He saw the color drain from Beauty's face. He turned and strode away, leaving her to her misery. He didn't look back. He had what he needed. A few minutes later, Daniel stood outside the dungeon door, his hands clenched into fists. He hated this place, hated what it represented. He hated what Beauty had done to bring herself here. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.