Cruel Beauty Novels & Stories

Jonathan blood red eyes stared at Trisha golden eyes . "You are so beautiful Omega." The Alpha whispered as he leaned down to lick the drool off the Omega chin. "But you will look even more beautiful with a round belly." "Yes. Ah-- give me y--your pup Alpha." Trisha whimpered, drawing pretty scratches on Jonathan back while Jonathan watched her break down under his hold.

Kristen scoffed and sassily flung her hair backwards. "I'm one of the best here and everyone knows it. Besides, I'm the sexiest female here and I could be a nice distraction for the clients during the exchange". She said proudly. Most of the female mobsters scoffed loudly, and Daniel laughed. His expression suddenly turned serious and he walked over to Kristen, looking her dead in the eye. "The only thing you're the best at, is being a cum dump. Get all other ideas out of your thick empty skull". Daniel said, giving her one last hateful look before walking out.

Liam had snatched whatever I had. I didn't know when my tears started to fall. All I did in my life was cry. Pregnancy should be a nice period in a woman's life. But it seems like I am not included in that category. I have been crying throughout my pregnancy and I am tired of it. I wanted it to end so that I could enjoy this period with a smile. I want to be loved. But it looks like I am asking for something which is not in my destiny. In Cruel Destiny.

He said. My gaze swayed to Little Caliana again. She was indeed exquisite, Tristin didn't do any justice to describing her fragile beauty. She had soft features, and lustrous hair that matched her captivating chocolate eyes and her little body was fucking sexy, damn. She was a gem, a fucking treasure. Who would ever want to hurt this magnificence?

He says with a sinister glean in his eye that makes my stomach drop. Surely that can't be true? How could my own body betray me like this? Sure, the two men are gorgeous, but they are vile creatures who care nothing for my kind, our suffering. Humankind is going extinct while they use us for labor, for food and for reproduction in my case. I realize Bennett is watching my reaction to his words so I steel my expression, not wanting to piss off his wolf again. In a way, Bennett is scarier than Rowan. At least with Rowan, what I see is what I get. But with Bennett, he's sweet and attentive until I somehow piss him off. Then he's deadly.

The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. A wave of nausea washed over me. I had to do something, anything. My eyes darted around the room, desperate for a weapon. My gaze fell on a fallen wine bottle, the ruby liquid shimmering on the polished floor. Without a second thought, I snatched it up, the cool glass biting into my palm. With a wild throw of my arm, I launched the bottle at Luca's head. It sailed through the air with surprising accuracy, the impact connecting with a satisfying crack.

The Cruk raised his hand to hit Curl with it's claws, and as it swinged it's hand, Curl grabbed it, and stood up. "Enough!" Growled Curl, and as he took out the Cruk's hand out of the way, he raged and used his claws to make a mess on the Cruk. The Cruk howled in pain and was unable to stop Curl, because he was too fast, and scratching the body of the Cruk like it was all he had to do with his life, without composure, without lane, without stopping, he kept tearing the Cruk's skin, and as he did, he growled more, got stronger, something was changing, the blood of the Cruk was all over his hands, all over his claws, and all over his face, he couldn't stop and wouldn't stop, the Cruk wasn't di

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

Creepy because it made the ice coffins even clearer and I could just imagine myself being added to this terrifying collection of this psychopath. “I am not beautiful!” I blurted out, more in fear than in an attempt to make sense. I took my every breath cautiously. “We might have a clash of opinions on that,” Ruin said, strolling into the room until he stood right in front of me. Gulping hard, I looked into his eyes, “I am ugly and I will be an eyesore to this marvelous collection of yours.” He lifted his sleepy eyes over my shoulder and let out a chuckle.

Only then could you exude that kind of melancholic beauty. 'It turns out that the beauty of melancholy is only for people on the outside. The pain that the person who exudes the beauty of melancholy had to endure is something that people on the outside could never feel.' 'Sabrina, I've never felt that kind of pain until I am thirty. I don't want that kind of melancholic beauty anymore. I want my life to keep being sweet. I really can't take all these blows that suddenly came one after another. You can say that I am a coward. It doesn't matter whatever you say about me.'