Novel & Cerita My Beauty Queen

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.

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"

Beauty said, her face glowing with joy. Then she turned the camera back to herself. In the background stood a luxury home: modern design, white walls, curved glass windows, a rooftop lounge, and a wooden deck with a hammock swaying gently. Beauty walked toward it as the girls squealed. "Welcome to my castle," she said, stepping into the foyer. "This is where Queen Beauty reigns." "Go Queen!" Shelley hyped her up. "I love the vibe you're giving right now," Jessie added. As Beauty walked in, art adorned the walls, and a massive kitchen stood to the side-bigger than her old apartment.

I'm going to take my shower. I come out minutes later, and they are no longer in the room. Good. I take my time finding an outfit worthy of the queen I am. A sky-blue ensemble, this jumpsuit accentuates my generous curves beautifully. I do it on purpose to prevent a certain someone from thinking only of me. To see me everywhere he goes. I leave the bedroom, throwing one last glance at my reflection in the mirror: as always, I am magnificent! How can one be so beautiful? They should award me a medal for my incredible beauty! Really, that's not a bad idea! I'll talk to my king about it! He, better than anyone, knows just how beautiful I am! I want a statue in my likeness in the courtyard, and

The winner of the day was decorated and made to sit on a beautiful chair, meant for the purpose. Agoro was delighted, to witness such a perfect touch of gods, or so he thought, and he was going to make moves of either lay with her or Make her his bride.he asked his guards to usher the winner to his side, and so she was seated beside him on the Royal table. A rare honor in those days. After a while, the King and His Queen images and then it was concluded that no one under the sun could match Beauty in Beauty. On getting to the table Queen Beauty noticed the context winner, and asked who she was, then the moderator fearfully made a brief introduction, and made sure she added the fact that, she

Frederick glanced at her without any change in his expression. She was indeed stunning. Her beauty was compared to celebrities. Queenie smiled charmingly. "Hello, Mr. Lester. My name is Queenie Turner. I'm a local actress and singer from Aston. I was also the runner-up in the Sialon Beauty Pageant three years ago." "So, what gift did you bring me? And why are you delivering it on behalf of someone?" Frederick asked directly. "The gift, of course, is...myself!"

My breath came in shallow bursts, fear clawing up my throat. But the Queen only tilted her head, amused. “Oh, you don’t like that, do you?” She leaned closer, her voice dripping with wicked delight. “Then perhaps we’ll peel off that beautiful skin of yours.” Beautiful. The word stunned me more than the threat itself. My mother had told me countless times I was hideous. That my ginger hair was a curse. That my pale skin made me look sickly. Yet here stood the Queen—the most powerful, breathtaking woman I had ever seen—calling me beautiful.

beauty said. "Thank you," I replied. "What!!!How dare you?" Beauty shouted. "How dare me thank you?" I asked. "Mum please just tell her what you want to tell her let her get out of here before I lose my mind" beauty told her mum. The queen who was observing me smirked. "Leave us,"she told the maids present. The maids bowed and left. "Now there is no need for me to act kind... I hate you, I hate your family and I hate the breath you breathe ,you being here makes me hate you more"the Queen said.

She wasn’t loud or proud; she was simply beautiful in a quiet, natural way. On stage, last year’s queen placed the sash over her shoulders and set the silver crown on her head. Cameras flashed. Students shouted her name. Pearl took the microphone. Her voice was clear and steady. “I’m truly honored to be crowned this year’s beauty queen. I may not be the most beautiful, but I’ll do my best to make this title mean something. Thank you for your support.” Her words drew another wave of cheers. For a moment, she felt untouchable;

she breathed. “What’s the trouble?” Jenny asked as she joined the group. “This!” June exclaimed pointing to the board and the note above it. This time the sign was headed ‘The Beauty Queens’. Centered below was a picture of Jenny with the five other girls’ pictures arrayed in a line below hers. Jenny then read the note above it, then stepped back to get another look at the pictures. Every one of the girls looked utterly gorgeous. All were wearing white bikinis. Jenny just shook her head slowly and said, “It’s time to give it up, kids. We lost. I guess this one stays and whether we like it or not, we’re the Beauty Queens.”