Immortal Beauty Novels & Stories

TWELVE YEARS LATER, (12 yrs) At 20 years old, Jeisin was more pretty, good looked, intelligent, confident, ambitious, charmed and smart. She had a pure fair, soft built skin as her long dark brown hair moved straight on her back. Her cute face had glowed with her beautiful big blue eyes. And she has a sweet blossom soft lips. Her beauty has became incomparable. As she strongly resemble her mother, Miss Rayal in appearance and in benevolent. Then from her father's side, Annes as she resemble him in cheerfulness and in compassion.

Esrath: “Okay.” I get up and brush my hair as I throw on my mother's Prom Dress that was a navy-blue cocktail dress that had an ombre affect to it, I threw on my black laced heels that went about my knee; I applied lipstick on my lips that were chapped but took it off to apply chap stick on them to soften them up, I then applied the plum shaded lipstick to my lips. My mother had given me her pearl set which included a pearl and Saphire bracelet and earrings that were laced with gold streaks, it also had a pearl necklace that was also laced with gold streaks in it and had real diamond shards inside of them. I then put some deodorant on and applied the Beyonce perfume that smelt like rosebuds

My beautiful, beautiful girl. Isla had been sent from the heavens. Perfect in every way. Perhaps they had called her back… needed her for better things… that is what I keep telling myself. That she was not able to stay long upon our earth because the heavens needed their angel back… yet she had touched my heart and my soul… and now I was forever broken, now that she was gone. And try as I may, I could not find a way to move on. It felt like a losing battle at times. When at work I was fine. It was the times I was alone… at night when my thoughts had time to wander, the mist grew out of control and the darkness became more powerful.

I am just a man in love. “I love you too Beauty.” “What I feel for you Zero is much more than love. Love dies, this can’t be killed, it is immortal.” We watch the night, the stars are non, the music is loud and I hold this woman in my arms. I can’t stop the passing thought that whispers in my mind, This, is power. When we get inside the part is in full swing. I grab myself a beer from behind the bar, nudge Texas to move out of the way. I get Beauty her orange juice and grab some snacks for the table.

She scoffed and stuffed the TV remote under her butt. I held back a laugh and shook my head, I dropped my food on the table in front of us. “Fine, I'll tell you.” I said as I looked between the two of them. Their eyes lit up and they scooted closer, their eyes fixed on me. “So, how was it?” Piper went first. “Do the girls really look like goddesses?” Bart piped in. I chuckled. “Delengade is massive. Everything's plaited in gold, gold walls, marbled walls with gold, gold pinnacles and archways.”

No one outside the royal bloodline truly knows what it is. It can grant anything. Including ending my immortality curse. It went extinct in the royal bloodline centuries ago, and after Morgan's research, the Lunaretha was back. Manifesting, and I needed to find it. Whatever it is. "I hate you," Camilla whispers before me. She is tied to a metal chair, shackles wrapped around her like a criminal. Her red glowing eyes glares at me. It has been more than two weeks since I imprisoned her as a punishment. Her dark hair is messy; dry tears streak her face. I can feel the pain, the anger, and the betrayal from her through our mark.

— 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.

Her eyebrows were thick and arched with confidence, and her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass, yet her smile—when it came—softened her whole face. Her eyes were the kind that held too many stories and not enough time to tell them all, a deep shade of whisky brown with golden flecks that made them look almost... enchanted. But it was more than just beauty. Nina Blackwood had poise. Grace. That enviable quality where she could sit on a stiff leather chair in a corporate office, sip black coffee, and still feel like she was sipping red wine in a rooftop lounge somewhere in Paris. And yet, she wasn’t intimidating. At least not to me. Not anymore.

He had no idea who the demon was pertaining to, but he had a suspicion that it was the Rogratiatto maiden who had been recently clouding his thoughts. “Ysa--belle?” he uttered. “Exactly.” The demon nodded and then hunched down to meet Marcus in the eye. “What I found out shocked me of course. Never have I thought that Sion would protect an immortal woman.” “Wha—t... What do you— mean? Ysa-belle is an im-mortal?” Marcus clarified still in ragged breaths. He had to adjust himself to focus more on the unexpected revelation than the spasm in his arm.

She laughs again, softer this time, almost wistful. “Xeros Romanov is immortal. True immortal. Not the watered-down story version. The real thing. And the moment you two marked and mated, the gift began transferring to you. All you had to do was carry his child to term, and the moment that baby drew breath, you would have stopped aging forever.” Her smile turns razor-sharp. “I tried the easy way first. I followed you here, thinking I could seduce him, let him claim me instead. But he looked at me like I was dirt under his boot. So… Plan B.”