Life Makeover Novel Novels & Stories

Everything that she had endured in the parasite realm hit her like a ton of bricks. Within minutes her cheekbones became more defined, and her ribs showed through the Fay dress. Nueva had looked in the small decorative mirror in Perla's living room on their way to the kitchen, and staring back at her was a stranger at least five kilos lighter with silky white hair. Nueva couldn't help to think she looked like an Elf belonging to The Fellowship Of The Ring.

Without it, I wouldn’t have much. Shaking my head out of the self-pity, I encouraged myself with determination. A bitch like Blair can’t ruin you, I reminded myself, She’ll fuck herslef over well before that can happen. And I knew I was right. Blair was truly an idiot, and a desperately insecure girl trying to find people to step on because she’s too impatient to make her own empire. She wouldn’t get that satisfaction from me, though. Eyeing the clothes in my closet, I reached out for the blood red Zuhair Murad dress. It was a beautiful two piece set. A low cut chiffon dress that bandaged around my waist and draped down fluidly to my ankles, with a slit down my thigh, which came with a gorge

CHAPTER 26 About 2 years later… “Wow Mummy, you look so beautiful!” Liam complimented, his brown eyes widening with sparkle and excitement on seeing me. “Yes mummy, you are the most beautiful mummy and the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world!!” Lila added exaggeratingly in a carefree way, causing my cheeks to overheat with a blush as I walked down the stairs. Leaving my past life behind, I embraced a new look. I dyed my black hair a rich chestnut brown and reduced the length to my neck level. I dressed more sophisticated now, always in designers from hair to toe, looking like a modern-day goddess.

Lily muttered under her breath as she walked slowly through the crowd, keeping her movements casual. {A minor spill near Mrs. Hamilton could work. It would require you to be close enough to engage in small talk, then subtly swap the glasses while her attention is diverted to the spill.} "Perfect," she murmured, her smirk widening as she made her way toward the second-floor balcony where Kate stood chatting with a group of well-dressed women. As she reached the balcony, she spotted Kate, standing elegantly with her wine glass in hand, laughing lightly with the other women. Lily felt a pang of anger, but it was nothing compared to the one she felt the first time she had seen Henry and William

It turned out that she was also reborn. She threw herself into Dario's arms and called his name in a sweet voice. Holding her adoptive parents' hands, she cast a smug glance at me. "Livia, you can take the role of the mafia Principessa. I'm not cut out for that life." I looked at Dario, my husband in my last life, expecting him to say something, but instead, he shielded Regina like a prized possession. His cold gaze turned to me. "Stay away from my sister."

“…what?” She rolls her eyes and stands, sauntering toward me in her silk nightgown. “Don’t stare at me like that,” she says, her tone sharp and cold. “It’s bad enough I have to share a room with a pushover like you. Don’t make me stick your head in the toilet again. Got it?” I just… stand there. What. The actual. Hell. In the book, Elara was sweet. Kind. The quiet heroine who saved everyone.

Leaning against the far wall, earbuds in, eyes unreadable. His ash-black hair fell just slightly over his brow, and his uniform was crisp, clean, no fuss. He didn’t speak. Didn’t smile. Just watched. In my old life, I never noticed him until it was too late. But he noticed everything. He saw my fall before I did. Ariella met his eyes across the crowd. He didn’t look away. --- First Period: Literature. Assigned seating was Ariella’s first chance to disrupt the script. In her last life, she’d sat beside Melody.

By month twelve, I was devastating. “You could stay,” Silas said on the last day, his eyes drinking in my transformation. “Forget about them. Build a new life here with me.” I looked at my reflection—no longer Clara Wren, the fat, rejected failure. Now I was Liora Rivers, a goddess among mortals. My Hazel eyes sparkled with power, my body was perfection itself, and my smile could bring men to their knees. “No,” I said, turning away from the mirror. “I didn’t sacrifice my life to hide in the woods. I did it to make them remember what they threw away.”

Novel blushed at the title. “I want you to give her a full makeover,” I told Melissa. “We have a big date hours from now.” Melissa led Novel away. Novel looked back at me with a nervous expression, and I gave her a comforting nod. A few hours passed. I had changed into a tailored suit and was scrolling through my phone when I heard the click of heels. I looked up, and my breath stopped. I knew she was beautiful, but this was something else. Her fair skin looked radiant, and her black hair fell to her waist in perfect, silky waves. The Midnight Fire necklace I gave her sat against her skin, looking like it was always meant to be there.

sweatshirt, which had a small bleach spot that she liked to think made it unique, along with some mismatched fuzzy socks. Her skin was glistening, glossy from the 9-step skincare routine she refused to gatekeep. She flipped another page of The Wilted Magnolia — a tragic romance novel that had slowly but surely been getting on her last nerve. Flip. Gasp. Her wide brown eyes scanned the words like they might rearrange themselves if she stared hard enough. "Oh, HELL no," she said flatly. Her hand shot out dramatically, snatching the book closed like it owed her money. She stared at the cover like it had personally insulted her.