Forced Makeover Story Novels & Stories

He unfolded the paper and stared at the picture for much longer than he needed to. “Yeah.” He swallowed. “That’s the one.” “What can you tell me about it?” “It was a custom job,” he said in a dry, flat voice hinting at a tremble. “Fifty-nine Caddy hearse. I souped it up, did some fabrication . . . ” “Would you say it was loud?” The side of his mouth twitched up slightly and a short chuckle snuck out. “I put two super-charged V8s in there, friend. Pulls about a thousand horsepower. Sonofabitch sounds like King Kong got up on the wrong side of the bed.”

I looked around in the car to see if I could change myself into something else so I didn't look like a child behind the wheel. When I just wanted to give up I saw that on the floor by the backseat one of Joon's old black sweaters was laying down. I put my pigtails out of my hair and put the sweater over my Lion King shirt. I looked in the side mirror and with my hair down and Joon's sweater, I saw more of the adult me. This could work.

He laughed sarcastically as he looked at the swing that was taken off on one side only and then said "In the end, you broke it." "But that's cheating! Not because of my weight, but because of that annoying dog, he terrified me!" He sat rubbing his back, saying, "Reasons do not change results." She licked her lips tightly, then said, "But you shouldn't have held me." He stood and then said, trying to change the reasons "I didn't want to hear the sound of you crying at the end of the night." They walked on the beach for a while and then she saw two boys who looked like ten years old making a castle out of clay and said excitedly to Kristen, "Look, there are people other than us!"

I struggled with all my might, but I was no match for a grown man’s strength. The van drove straight onto the highway. The scenery outside the windows changed from small city streets to rolling hills. Little Zoe started to cry. “Where are you going?” I pulled her into my arms. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.” My father must have realized that my mother would not budge, so he decided to go after Zoe instead. He took out a beautiful rag doll to get into Little Zoe’s good behavior. “Zoe, do you like this?”

In the next second, smoke curled from the engine. Florence collapsed onto the steering wheel unconscious, blood streaking down her forehead. Getting to my feet, I brushed dust from my coat as my arms and knees burned from the impact. I stared at the totaled truck, then pulled out my phone and called the cops. Florence survived, but with a broken leg and permanent injury. Tried for attempted murder, she got ten years in prison. She hadn't expected that her all-in revenge had just handed Douglas the perfect way to cut her loose.

“I don’t see you that way, Cort. I swear—” She cuts me off with a gentle smile. “I know. And I’m so happy for the loyal, kind friend you are.” My heart jumps. I want to cry — partly because her words are so sweet, and partly because I’ve betrayed her trust by sleeping with her brother. “But my parents do have money, and you are not doing anything bad by getting a makeover. I don’t love the attention either, but if it means you stop getting bullied and start meeting their standard of ‘pretty,’ then you should do it. Do the makeover. Leave Sasha Mackline to me.” She brushes a strand of hair from my face, and I can’t help but laugh through the tears threatening to spill. I pull her into a tight

“Come on Jenna don't do this “begged Mr. O’Brian. “ Dad please can someone explain to me what’s going on ?” “Baby we're so broke that we can't even afford this house. The bank has asked us to evacuate the house .” Mr.O’Brian sighed and carried his head in his hands as he felt ashamed. “We’re indebted” added Jenna. “What I don't understand Is why you are so calm about the matter.” “Baby there's a solution. We’ve arranged a marriage between you and a friend of mine’s son.” “What? You must be joking Dad” exclaimed Emily After a moment of silence, she realized that her parents were not joking.

Having drunk fairly much, he was quick to succumb to sleep. I forced myself upright and let out a bitter laugh. "You lost, Claire." There was a long silence on the other end. After a while, Younger Me softly replied, "Alright. I'll keep my end of the bet." … It was Mother's Day the next day. I went to Mom's workplace, planning to pick her up after her shift so we could spend the day together. I wasn't expecting three thugs to burst in and knock her to the ground. Panicked, I rushed forward and threw myself over Mom to shield her.

Maxim asked as he relaxed further into the chair. “Why did you do this to me, father? I will never forgive you for fucking turning my life into a joke! You know I'd trusted you with finding a match for me. I believed that you had a clear sense of thinking and that you would find me a very beautiful and capable girl of becoming my bride and the Donna for the cartel.” Anatoly gritted and rose up furiously from his chair, with his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Maxim. “But what the fuck did you do, father?! You fucking got me married to a mere cripple. A FUCKING CRIPPLE! AN INCOMPLETE GIRL!!” Maxim remained seated calmly. He looked at his eldest son and then asked him. “Are you done now

Then added, “If you respect me at all—even just a little—for the fact that I died for you in our last life… leave me alone. Let me have the ending I deserve.” And with that—I walked. I stepped out of the casino and into my car. A text from Elias lit up my screen: Get home fast, sweetheart. I’ve got a surprise waiting. My lips curved into a smile. I pressed my foot on the gas. The world blurred past the windshield, clean and full of promise. But then—Adrian. He rushed out, catching sight of me. He ran to the side of the car, banging on the window, mouth forming words I couldn’t hear and didn’t care to.