Marcia En La Fea Mas Bella Novels & Stories

Beatrice started laughing at her, it was then she realized she had been fooled, Beatrice was just trying to talk her into realizing that she still needs to work. "Up, up, few minutes before day break, so let's be fast, you can't win the heart of the great Basse like this, you win him over with your dedication and hard work, not with your lazy ass beauty"she said, "at least I'm beautiful enough to woo him over" Maria said as she watch her start her work again, she couldn't help but envy her zeal for fashion and her dedication to designing, "I envy your zeal, Bea" Maria said and they started their work back, as they were dancing and eating their snack till day break.

“Luna... how different you look today. You look beautiful.” It was Bernardo's partner, and all eyes turned to the door, including Carlos's. For a moment, Maura froze. Her impeccable expression faltered before reappearing forced—and venomous. “Yes, Camila looks really beautiful,” she said, with that little smile trembling at the corner of her mouth. “Wearing a sexy dress like that... it's not for everyone.” The provocation came like a slap. I took a deep breath. I prepared to respond, but...

Maria stayed a little apart and Bella guessed it was because of Lucian. As she approached, Maria’s eyes lit up. “Woah, Bella! You look amazing… like a hot, decent supermodel. Look at that waist, Gosh, even in a flowing gown, it’s so obvious.” She spun Bella around. “Those curves… that ass are to kill and die for.” “Thank you, Maria,” Bella said, smiling. Lucian’s gaze swept over her, scanning her outfit. “Without my money, you should have seen how wretched she looked,” he said casually, without a second thought.

Riccardo says. "Riccardo, honey, I will make a better wife than Mia. I know you and Bria were together for years, but I heard you broke up. How about I take you out for dinner?" Amara says. She has a very revealing top and tries to push her big, fake boobs into Riccardo's face. Like Bria, she has too much work done on her body and face. Riccardo looks at Mia, who is all natural and beautiful, then at her sister, who is younger than her but looks older.

I held my head high, keeping my hand on Emilia’s while Dahlia moved ahead to clear space. The kids didn’t seem to notice the stares, which was a relief. We found a table by the glass wall, and I was just reaching for the menu when I heard a sharp click of heels, close to our table. I looked up and my eyes met with those of Mariah Mancini in the flesh. She still looked beautiful but with her fake tits that could almost be poked with a pin and her butt that looked nothing but plastic and balloons. Why do beautiful women tend to damage their natural beauty for tits and ass?

Marcia said with an evil smile, giggling a little seeing the look on Rex’s face. ‘She has turned into a totally different person so quickly, from such a hardened man-hater, I can’t believe I have seen her smile a few times in a short period’ Rex mused to himself, he was taken aback how beautiful she was when she smiled, how her eyes glinted in the light when she did. “Stop daydreaming, we are close” Marcia said, rapping Rex on the arm when she saw him with a glazed expression. “Huh? I was pondering” Rex said, getting a little snappy without realizing.

“She thinks you and Don are in some fairytale, and I’m not even joking.” My eyes are wide open, staring at her. “She’s shipping you both so hard. I’ve never seen anything like it. That’s why she’s mad your colleague or whatever is hot, and you probably see him every day.” I’m not sure I believe what Bella is saying, but it makes sense, given the way Marina’s mood changed out of nowhere when she saw him, and also Bella’s smirk. But a fairytale with Marciano? Impossible. “Take your drink and come with me. I’ll show you all the renovations they’ve done so far,” Bella says, pulling me up as she changes the topic, stylishly looking around in case anyone hears us. I sling the strap of my bag over

"Of course there is, a beautiful woman from the eyes to the smile, from the gesture to the glance." Marrila had never been humiliated like this before. Her confidence flickered for a moment. She touched her golden hair and cleared her throat. "Then just show me." Marco finds Marrila annoying. He didn't have to show Marrila his stunningly beautiful muse. But for a moment as he looked towards the tea party, he froze. "There she is, the brunette in Milan, that's her, the perfect beautiful girl."

As if they can hurt me. Once I finished my breakfast, I brushed my teeth and put a Mac “Sin” lipstick on the inner part of my lips to make it look natural. My mom and her makeup artist taught me how to wear makeup. My mother is the famous Aphrodite Calla Renaldi-Carpio. For her, beauty is everything.

Ethan's back was on her as the director's eyes drift from him to the beauty making her way towards them. The conversation long forgotten ,as he spoke just one word in surprise. "Bellissima" Ethan's eyes furrow in confusion, to only turn around to look at the centre of everyone's attention. What he saw, making his throat to run dry and his heart to thud rapidly in his chest. Fuc*! Was the only thing he could say,as his brown eyes made contact with her shy green ones and he got lost in them for a second. She was beautiful. He knew it before...but this beautiful?