Devastating Beauty Novels & Stories

“Did I do good—?” She grabbed my tie and yanked me forward. I gasped, my cock straining through my pants. I raised my eyes to hers. She was beautiful. Not in the way Margot or Chrissy were. She was beautiful in the way a storm was beautiful. In the way a wildfire was beautiful. In the way something that could destroy you completely was beautiful. “Tell me you want me,” “I want you.” “Tell me you'd burn everything down for me.” “I'd burn everything down for you.”

James leaned down by my ear and said quietly, "Is this pretty? I've always wanted to bring you here." Tucking a flower behind my ear, he kissed my forehead lightly. "You're so pretty, baby." Even though he had done everything to preserve my body, it still didn't stop the decay, especially since the weather was getting warmer. James did not seem to notice the smell. He continued clinging tightly to my decomposing body. His madness scared me. The day my body completely rotted away, James stormed into the basement where he had been keeping Barbara, his expression dark. Her screams echoed through the mansion the entire night, only stopping at daybreak.

she is like Smooth desert sand and her dust blind my eyes and now I could no see another beauty, Breasts stood apart and made her chest a valley between two mountain She was a goddess but god sent her here for her beauty causes crises among the sons of God Many had described your beauty and they all lied How could you be called a beauty when your very existence curses all beautys she laid on the bed like great sea and fear gripped my heart the sea is too wide and deep and I don't know where to start the swim so I shall wait and just admire it. I love your nakedness because naked you absorb me with your pores like the water when I sink between its walls. Your nakedness destroys limits with it

Needing to understand. The destruction spread as far as I could see. Nothing was alive. Just death and decay and ruin. Some places looked slightly better than others but it was still terrible. What had happened here? What could cause this level of devastation? I walked through the wasteland. My beautiful garden dress dragging through ash and debris. My feet stumbling over broken stone. I walked until I reached a large deep hole.It was almost like a rift, and it was glowing slightly . A tear in reality itself. Colors that shouldn’t exist were bleeding through. Together with movements that made my eyes hurt.

Or the worst possibility is that l might die, which I strongly hoped it didn’t happen. She saw me jumping down to her, and I again witnessed a moment that rendered me to fall speechless—it was the moment where her supposedly dull face gleamed brightly the moment the thunder roared. Her pale face looks porcelain—free from any unwanted organisms. Apart from the severe eyebag that she tried to hide with some makeup—which, got washed away by th heavy droplets—the features of her face is perfect. As if, she’s someone non-existent. “Heather…” A word inadvertently escaped my still lips, unknowingly admired her beauty the time where she looked the most alive—in the moment where she almost ended her

She observed his features, he had very good physique, his prominent jaw making him handsome, his strong arms that were quick to catch her still lingering at her waist and the lush brown hair that filled his head. She looked at his lips, so beautiful, so captivating begging to be touched. She reached for his lips, clamping her lips with his. He was quick to return the kiss, exploring all the corners of her mouth with his tongue. He savoured her hungrily like a starving man, ravishing her like the last meal he would have. She in return, unbuttoned his coat throwing it aside. He stopped kissing her, looking at her immensely with his beautiful grey eyes undressing her with his eyes. He clutched

ZouMi lied through her teeth. How can she not be affected? How can she erase that memory of those lust full eyes, dirty hands on her body roaming? How can she erase that ruffling sound of herself underneath a hand, the pain in her throat? More over, how can she forget those eyes of people she meet showing displease, when she moves around smiling, trying hard to be normal, when they just want to prove, she isn't? Yet, she chose to live, a life which is worse than death. A life in which, you've to erase yourself for lust of others. A life, in which people judge you and treat you like you're nothing.

But it was all too late. She will become his obsession. His want. His need. The hell would freeze before he would let her go. And if anyone dared to take his Hoor away from him. There will be... CARNAGE. She will become his beautiful destruction.

That thought slices me in half, but the devastation doesn't weaken me. It fuels me. The sight, the knowledge—it doesn't diminish the hunger. It ignites it. Magnifies it until it's unbearable. I cage her in with my body. My lips crush against her, desperate and aching. My hips grind forward, my cock hard and throbbing, finding her heat as if guided by fate itself. I line myself up at her entrance, groaning against her lips, and whisper against her mouth, "You're so fucking beautiful."

She tilted her head, a soft look on her face. "When someone you love is dying, it is their dying not yours. You're still here and alive, it's your job to keep their memory alive because nobody wants to be forgotten. Being forgotten may be worse than dying." Tiffany's eyes narrowed in thought, "It's their dying, not yours." She repeated my words. "Morning will come, it has no choice. I read that somewhere. You have to find the beauty of it because your brother and Zac wouldn't want us to stop or give up. Just because we move on with life doesn't mean they don't live in our hearts, it just means that something happened and we continue living because that's how life works."