Devastating Beauty Novels & Stories

he slurs, looking right at me. Before I can answer, a woman appears;tall, thin, perfectly put together. Her face is beautiful but cold. “Adam.” Her voice could let hell loose. “Go to your room. Now.” He laughs bitterly. “Yes, Mother. Whatever you say, mother. I’m such a disappointment anyway, what’s one more….” “NOW!” Adam’s eyes lock on mine for one more moment and I see something there beneath the anger and alcohol. I can’t really explain. Then he’s gone, stumbling down the hallway.

Ajax sounds sorrowful as he continues to apologize while my consciousness starts to drift. This bastard. It’s like he doesn’t even hear me. “Ajax…I hate you.” I whisper, turning my neck enough so I can meet his gaze. “You may be my mate, but I don’t accept. I won’t accept you because I HATE you.” A moment before I closed my eyes, I caught a glimpse of his heartbroken expression.

She was about as vimless as the living dead, and every gulp she took on the impression that it was the only thing that could sustain her life. Everything else could rot and die. She had no attention to spare for it. But the world spared much attention for her—because she was just too beautiful. Even the darkest corner of the establishment could not conceal her radiance; she managed to attract eyeballs either way. She was so gorgeous, one would have suspected the young woman to have leaped out of a page from a typical comic book, where the women almost always bore the face of an angel and the body of her succubus. The deep-v cutting of her vintage dress only served to accentuate her unbelieva

She wasn’t touching herself sexually, but the sight was intimate enough to make his wolf howl. *Mesmerizing,* Dominic thought, the word breaking through his denial. *She’s not just beautiful—she’s devastating. Those curves aren’t flaws. They’re temptation. They’re home. I want to worship every inch she thinks is too much. Kiss the soft roll of her stomach while I fuck her deep. Grip those wide hips and bounce her on my cock until she screams. She deserves to know how perfect she is.*

“And every instinct I possess tells me you are hiding something.” She swallowed carefully. Because the terrifying part was that he was right. “I could ask you the same thing,” she said quietly. “You don’t exactly feel normal either.” “That is not an answer.” “No.” She lifted her eyes back toward his. “It isn’t.” Silence stretched between them while snow gathered softly in his dark hair. Gods. He was beautiful. Not simply attractive. Beautiful in the dangerous heartbreaking way storms were beautiful. The kind that pulled people closer even when they knew destruction waited inside.

Aariz’s jaw tightened. How was it possible? How could she look like this—devastated, broken, yet still breathtaking? The damp strands of hair falling over her cheek, the soft curve of her neck, the faint trace of tear marks she hadn’t managed to wash away—they all came together in a picture so fragile, so painfully beautiful, that he couldn’t look away. And then, the thought came, uninvited, unwanted, but burning: Was this what pulled Ishtiyaq too?

Stumbling again. Her gaze flicks to mine. “You found me beautiful… even then?” I freeze. She’s not flirting. She’s searching. Searching for truth. For worth. I look at her. God. She’s devastating. Even now, no, especially now, her beauty is a wildfire. Not soft. Not polite. Untamed. The kind that sears through the soul and leaves nothing untouched. Her cheekbones are sculpted, even with the scar. Her lips, full and unsure. Her neck, long, delicate. Vulnerable. I want to trail my lips across it. Mark her. Hear her say my name in the dark.

Through it, he saw Beauty, in a scarlet coat that shimmered under the dim overhead lights, and Adrian, leaning casually against a crate as though he owned the place. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” Adrian was saying. Beauty’s laugh was low and smooth. “Danger is the point. Jack’s too careful now. He needs a push.” “And you think burning a yacht will do it?” Adrian’s smirk carried a trace of disbelief. “It’s just the opening act,” Beauty replied. “The real show is coming. By the time I’m done, he’ll be begging to crawl back to me or he’ll be ruined.” Jack’s hands clenched into fists. Every word was confirmation: she wasn’t here for reconciliation. She was here to destroy him.

Yurich A child without love, a man without morals, and a life based on carnage is in this diabolical friend in which I am always being shaped, when something good or beautiful appears I have a perverse taste in touching. Unlike Midas does not become gleaming like gold but distorts into ashes heaped at my feet, destroying any goodness is easy, breaking beauty is as natural as dawn. Your innocent eyes cry out for the wickedness I carry with me, so why would you deny it?

— Then it's done, she will go, I don't want to either, but she wants to. Gabriel said. Alicia saw Gabriel's hand and took it. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push it away. He stared at Alicia and they kept that gaze without either of them saying anything. Later, Gabriel took his hand away, turned back. Alicia saw where he had turned. He saw a really beautiful woman. Dark hair reached her shoulders; beautiful, spectacular makeup, she was coming towards them. —Love, are you done? The woman asked. Alicia raised her gaze to that woman; she challenged her with her gaze. Alicia was intimidated and lowered her gaze immediately.