Easy Beauty Novels & Stories

Well, it must be because of the aphrodisiac. My body ached all over, especially my arm, where I had stabbed it. Once the grogginess lifted and my mind felt clearer, I pushed myself up to sit and checked if my bag was nearby. It was—placed neatly on the table beside the bed. I reached out and picked up my phone. The first thing I saw when I swiped up the lock screen was a social media post. WOW_SHOCKING: [Did Actress Antonette Madonna and CEO of Salvatore Corporation, Vercel Salvatore, break up?]

I brush it away, fingertips skimming warm skin, and my stomach knots when I catch the faint shimmer of dried tears. Why was she crying again? Was it because of me? The thought feels like a punch under the ribs. My heart cringes. This girl is extraordinarily beautiful, naturally ― not like all those superficial bitches that surround me all the time. She’s beautiful in that rare, infuriating way — not because she tries, but because she doesn’t. No fake lashes, no overdrawn lips, no designer filters. Just Aria — real … original … fresh … unique … unforgettable. Shit.

I feel taller, sharper, like every inch of me demands attention. Among the glossy black shopping bags on the bed sits a makeup bag. It's stocked with everything a girl could ever dream of. I carry it into the bathroom, setting it down on the counter. For my hair, I decide not to go overboard. I curl it in soft beach waves, each strand falling in lazy spirals that trail down my back. It gives me that effortless-but-not-really look that models always seem to have.

Andrew forgot a little about his front, about how he was supposed to be human, and in a second he was above her, his hand firmly clutching her waist, the other hand holding her towel in place. He eyes widened as she looked up to him, her heart beating rapidly. She swallowed, as his grip on her waist only tightened. His expression was unreadable, and his eyes drifted across her face to her lips. Suddenly, she broke into a beautiful smile, exposing a small one sided dimple at the top of her cheek. It gave her a peculiar look, and Andrew felt his breath cease. "I guess I was right bringing you home last night," she said laughing. "I can't imagine cracking my head open and spending my birthday e

I wonder if she knows how to simply relax and be herself. This is what I love about Ava. The way she is comfortable in her own skin, whether she is wearing her favorite jeans and a t-shirt or a dress for dinner. It’s the way she carries herself with the confidence of a young woman who knows that beauty is skin deep, it comes from within, from your heart and your soul. Not from make-up on your face, the clothes that you wear. Beauty should not have a price tag. To be comfortable, to be confident with who you are, I find most attractive in a woman.

Her beauty was enchanting to the point I was unable to take my eyes off her. Her beautiful brown hair flowed in cascading waves, catching the light with each movement. Her eyes, a captivating shade of hazel, held an air of mystery as they sparkled with curiosity and life. Her nose was delicately sculpted, adding to her elegance, and her lips, soft and inviting, curled into a natural, warm smile.

She's a flirt! "Calm down, Beauty. Don't let the fake news and articles about them destroy you," my sister Amalia said. She is holding a plate that is loaded with food once again. I heaved a desperate sigh, and my eyes were like daggers on the TV where Beatrice's profile was still on. "You are beautiful, Beauty. The most beautiful of them all," she said, sounding like the mirror character in the Snowhite movie. "Oh my god! Look at you. Yes!" she jumped like a lunatic.

Thankfully, the money I earned from writing and a few million I made through investments were enough to keep me comfortable for the rest of my life. As everyone probably already knew, sitting for long periods could cause neck issues. I was no exception. The doctor advised me to go for a walk daily, so as usual, I took a stroll around downstairs in my residential complex. At that moment, I heard a commotion nearby. A group of middle-aged and elderly people had gathered around a few tall, smooth-skinned, attractive women dressed in a bodycon dress and black stockings. Each woman held a box of supplements and spoke enthusiastically, saying, "Don't worry, everyone. We sell only genuine products

I'm not sure what the advantages of the man who is always glorified by the entire campus are; besides his handsome face, what else does he have? Ah, let me introduce myself; my name is Jasmine Smith. There is nothing special about me; it's just that my family is quite rich, so my life feels very easy. I can get anything I want. But somehow, my life feels bland. Maybe because I have too much money, I no longer have the motivation to get something.

And why not? Selene possessed a beauty that was both captivating and effortless—something that couldn’t simply be measured by wealth or status. Her large, expressive eyes held a mesmerizing depth, a gaze that could command attention without effort. They were the kind of eyes that told stories—filled with emotions ranging from quiet longing to fierce determination. Under the golden glow of the afternoon sun, they gleamed with warmth, framed by long, delicate lashes that curled just enough to enhance their natural allure. Her nose, sharp yet soft, gave her an air of refined elegance, its well-defined structure adding to the symmetry of her features. It wasn’t just perfect—it was the kind of be