Devastating Beauty Novels & Stories

The sun rose like a dying ember — pale, uncertain, its light fractured by the smoke of a world still clawing its way back from ruin. The air trembled with the aftershocks of creation; the heavens still bore the scars of their struggle. Where dawn should have been gold and gentle, it came instead in broken colors — a bleeding horizon of ash and silver, of beauty born from devastation.

Taking in the disarray of my home, he couldn't help but ask, "Bro, were you trying to turn the place upside down?" "Lawrence… all six million in my accounts is gone…" "What? Are you kidding?" As I slowly calmed down, I explained to Lawrence what happened the previous night—the purchase of the health supplements, my passionate evening with a celebrity-level beauty, and how Nancy had given me an aromatherapy massage that put me to sleep. Lawrence's eyes widened after he heard my story. He exclaimed, "Winston, you might have fallen for a health supplement scam!" "A scam?"

Valentina's Pov "Beautiful, dangerous, innocent. That's exactly what I want." His tone lowered like stone dipped in water. His voice wrapped around me like a cloak. He wrapped a hand around my neck before yanking me closer to him. His hot breath sent thrills through my body. His grip got tighter as the string I was wearing was doing very little to cover me up. My chest heaved and I knew he liked it. "She's one of our best strippers boss. You can have her for as long as you want. My hand tried to release the grip he had on his neck.

she said. She leaned in and continued, “Out of all the Cooper extended brothers, the man I fear the most is Damian. He’s ruthless and dangerous…he’s practically the king of shady dirty money.” “What do I do now?” I asked. “Janelle, as much as I hate to say this…you have no choice. Accept it.” She said and I was shocked. Even brave Ashley suggested I accept a death contract? The couple interrupted us. “Good morning ladies,” the man said, and we greeted with a lowered bow.

I snapped back at her and I knew I hit the rough spot the minute her hands came flying across my face. "You are a disrespectful brat, a callous human being and you're bitter you stupid wench! At least, I have a man to go home to and we're happy and content but as for you, you go home to your cold bed every night, drowning in your own river of loneliness and wondering when you're ever going to enjoy the warmness of love, a feeling that a proud ass like you can never have. Trust me, I don't envy you either," she spat back and attempted to walk away but I'll never let anyone hit me and think they can get away with it so easily.

She scoffed and stuffed the TV remote under her butt. I held back a laugh and shook my head, I dropped my food on the table in front of us. “Fine, I'll tell you.” I said as I looked between the two of them. Their eyes lit up and they scooted closer, their eyes fixed on me. “So, how was it?” Piper went first. “Do the girls really look like goddesses?” Bart piped in. I chuckled. “Delengade is massive. Everything's plaited in gold, gold walls, marbled walls with gold, gold pinnacles and archways.”

Now he was just a man without a heart who knew that love just was not worth it. Yet still he could not stop himself from turning back to gaze at her once more. Still a beauty, even with the damaged face, she had changed some as well. Not her face. He knew beneath the bruises was the same flawless, creamy skin that glowed with her youthful exhuberence.

She teases more, earning a slight hit from me. "I think I have been treating myself poorly. I should at least make myself beautiful if I want to feel like it." I defended. "You realized that because someone is always looking at you. Of course, it would feel awkward if you have a boyfriend, and you don't look beautiful." She chuckled. Making me furrow my brows and clench my jaw. "Does beauty matter when you are in a relationship?" I asked. Because Auton saw me even in my palest color, he didn't complain. Sure, I want to look beautiful in front of him, but I want to do it for myself above all.

I shoved it at my runner, a kid, really, pale-eyed and barely grown. He gulped like I’d handed him a live snake. “Y...yes, Alpha.” Yeah, run along. I watched him disappear, then stepped out to the tent’s edge. The horizon was on fire, except not literally, just that ugly gold light slanting over the wrecked battlefield. From here, you might almost call it beautiful. That’s a joke. Beauty’s just the surface. Underneath? Ashes. Heat. The stink of loss. I let my eyes fall shut, pulling smoke and blood into my lungs. There it was... Dominic’s face, jaw tight, shattered when he broke our bond. That haunted look when he said goodbye. Hurts like hell, still. Not that I’d admit it.

I'm also impatient, so I grab it and turn it over. The sketch is beautiful. A woman holding her heart in her hand. As I look at it, I tilt my head, her body appears to be melting in some ways. She looks beautiful, but like she is hurting, holding her broken heart in her hand. I begin reading the poem. Shattered reality A broken vision Sees imperfections Flaws and disfigured Beauty is the truth Truth is lost Bound by the words Fear that cripples Shattered reality Broken vision Unable to see the beauty