Devastating Beauty Novels & Stories

Like a painting across the sky… alive, radiant, divine. He felt fear, yes. A primal, instinctive fear clawed at his chest. But alongside it… There was peace. And yet—his hands trembled. He could see the wreckage, the carnage, the sheer devastation every bolt left behind. How can something so beautiful… be so merciless?

My breath catches. Not from fear. From fury—at myself. Because what kind of twisted soul sees beauty in the man who took their mother’s life? The kind of beautiful that doesn’t belong in bloodstained alleyways. The kind that makes people stop and stare. That shouldn’t belong to the bastard who burned my world down. But it does. And that makes it worse. This is the face from my nightmares. “Calistra Ford,” he murmurs—low and lethal. His voice slithers under my skin, smooth as silk, cold as a muzzle pressed to my spine. “You’ve been busy.”

She would wail at the walls crashing down and nobody would be there to catch her except him; her own personal version of hell. He turned toward the window again, watching the slow birth of daylight over the city that devoured its own heart every morning. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to. Because this — the anticipation before collapse — was always the most beautiful part of ruin.

"But what Fanat? Tell me" "Some people were blessed with sufferance, believing in destiny in aspect of life and death. Although, I should say God has created his subjects in various forms. So, for prince pial, he was destinated with your love. It's not just his devotion, not at all. Have you ever heard about a disease of an excessive love? Prince pial was destined with such an ailment. It is called MANIA and it's seriously affecting his life Ixan". Ixan's heart broken as the face powder of her hand felt down. A hard tears of distress filled her eyes. "WHAT!" She sounded in deep pain and sorrow, looking at Fanat surprisingly.

“I didn’t just used you, Darren. Yes, I’ll admit it. That is how I thought of this deal before, because I need the money for Dad and Alexa. But believe me, after a while, I finally realized that I love you... I love you and I couldn’t bare to lose you, Darren...” “That’s what I thought before too. I thought you love me. I even blame myself for hurting you so many times. Now I realized that you’re only saying that for our deal. For the money. You’re nothing but a manipulative woman. You don’t love me, Claire. ’Cause if you do, I wouldn’t have been able to saw that photo of you kissing another guy. Thank you for making me believe that someone could really love me. You hurt me a lot crashing th

“Let her go! Please, I beg you! Stop it!” “No! She’s a spawn of the Devil! Can you not see it?” he asked in a hoarse voice. “Maybe you can’t! Her beautiful, angelic face conceals all the darkness within her! I will show you! Once her beauty is gone… you will see her for what she really is!”

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Kendrick lightly touched Sig's back with a finger, almost knocking him over, "Well now you won't be in trouble with her, will you?" "I-I guess so." Sig held his shoulder and then gave Kendrick a puzzled look about how he'd complimented his wife, "You-you think she's beautiful?" "Of course. Don't you?" "Well, yes, of course! But...you're..." "Beauty is something we giants appreciate in its many forms." Kendrick admitted. "But...perhaps I'm getting soft in my years." Sig shook his head, "I...I never would've guessed that coming from...well...you."

, she replied, joining in the laugh. "But you, my darling, are beautiful. Damn! You must have been created on a day called beauty day. Your excellent beauty drives me insane, I dare not look into your eyes. You're so pretty, I can't deny it. The aura of your beauty has no rival. How can there be? You were especially beautified by the creator, Sheila and I don't think another woman can beat your chances on this Earth for if there is any other girl more beautiful than you are, she must be from another planet that does not exist! And if I should quote the great poet, King Solomon, you're as beautiful as the draperies in Solomon's palace, second to none, a wildflower in Sharon, a lily in a mount

People say you can’t judge a book by its cover, they are right. “You remember me.” She said as her glassy eyes showed happiness. I can’t deny it, no matter what evil she has done in the past, I have to say she really is beautiful. No wonder they say the most beautiful ones are always the most evil. “It is not hard to forget a gold digger.” Felix answered, in anger and spite. Damian was still quiet. He looked dumbstruck like he didn’t expect she would be here. Well, no one did.