Cruel Beauty Novels & Stories

Ari smirked looking at the tall buff man, he shook his head at her before he signaled us to go in. I walked in. It was beautiful. The aesthetic was very well thought of. It looked so modern, yet so club-like. The dance floor was full of people dancing the disco ball looked very vintage and expensive. The bar was a bit far away from the dance floor. Those were usually close to each other, and the bar looked breathtaking. Gosh! if a guy took me here for a first date I wouldn't mind. I could never afford to get in here. It screams money, but everything was free tonight. Even the VIP section was open. I love opening nights.

Heart’s eyes widened. “But without this, I can’t see your beautiful face up close.” Cullen whispered and his face was leaning closer on hers. Heart looked away. “No, I am not beautiful. My face is full of freckles. I am so ugly.” Heart said. Cullen then chuckled a little and grabbed her face with his one hand.

he concluded, his voice clipped with annoyance. Kruel couldn't stop his frame from trembling with rage, he had done more than any Chimpanzee to attain his peak form, he even went as far as demanding for his mother's womb to be torn so he could enter once more and be reborn. It was done, his mother's womb was sewn with him inside, and the ritual involving a werewolf's blood was done over again, he had stayed there for three days for his mother's body to accept him, neither drinking water nor eating food, just to come out as the peak being of the Chimpanzees. And now a werewolf brat dare mocks his sacrifices! He would tear him apart.

They assassinate me. .Beauty 2 was trembling as if she had been bitten by a malarial parasite. I inquired whether she had previously seen those animals. In fear, she stated those animals are from the deep seas and are under the control of the Ocean Lord. And they've been dispatched to assassinate her. Beauty's behavior was not to be desired, so I escorted her to my chamber and asked her what made her believe that the Ocean Lord had sent those animals to kill her.

Perhaps Mother Selene preferred to meet her creation dressed strangely, rather than naked, as I had died. I was lying on a bed. A bed wrecked by an unending supply of blood from the puncture in my side. When I looked down and gingerly peeled the t-shirt up, my brows knitted with perplexity. Perhaps your wounds and imperfections vanish in death. It's not unexpected, given that Mother Selene was supposed to be the most beautiful Goddess in the sky, and She adored humans. The last thing She wants is for Her creation to arrive beaten and bruised.

TWELVE YEARS LATER, (12 yrs) At 20 years old, Jeisin was more pretty, good looked, intelligent, confident, ambitious, charmed and smart. She had a pure fair, soft built skin as her long dark brown hair moved straight on her back. Her cute face had glowed with her beautiful big blue eyes. And she has a sweet blossom soft lips. Her beauty has became incomparable. As she strongly resemble her mother, Miss Rayal in appearance and in benevolent. Then from her father's side, Annes as she resemble him in cheerfulness and in compassion.

Bella comments blandly. “She had a pretty face, too,” Adam says, watching as Bella frowns again. Six frowns so far... this one is the deepest. Adam feels a small thrill at her apparent jealousy. If she is jealous then she must care about him, even just a little. “But that is where the beauty ended.” “What do you mean?” “She was beautiful on the outside but hideous on the inside. She was vain and shallow. Mocking, derisive and cruel. I hated her as much as I was forced to love her.” Adam says, remembering the hateful girl that he promised himself to.

She croaked out in pain as I ran over to meet them. "You don't have to watch it." I said to her burying her face in my chest as Eric played it. He was made to kneel down with his hands suspended in the air by two strong metal chains. His clothes were torn, dirty and bloody. His appearance was heart breaking. Abigail sucked in a sob. She just couldn't take her eyes off. "Yeah, it's me. You like what you see?" That brain derailed witch turned the camera to herself as I clenched my hands. "Very soon, you wouldn't see him alive. His life is less vital than an ant's worth." She shrugged before walking towards David.

The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby. She stopped in the center of the hall, her expression unreadable as she looked at the still little figure on the floor. "Still putting on a show? Is this what Howard taught you—how to fake sympathy? You really think that if you act pitiful enough, I'll soften up? Keep dreaming." Each word cut through me like a blade, stabbing my soul again and again. I wanted to scream—how could she? How could she believe such cruelty of her own child? My boy was gentle, obedient, innocent… Tears spilled onto his face.

, the man's face was perfectly chiseled and his neck was so thick that it could break any roper that would ever be put around it and god his scent was so infatuating when he was around but tonight was different, I felt nothing and felt that he smelt normal, I look at him and say “What are you doing here? And why are you in my cave that no one knew about?” his aura pushes out but I don’t bow to it like I usually would when anxiety hits me like a ton of bricks as I finally notice something or someone laying on the ground in my cave torn to pieces, “I came to look for you to bring you back to the pack as my mate, I know I was foolish a few months back but I want to change that I want you and I