My Beauty Queen Novels & Stories

My God. My smirk faded and turned into a surprised expression. She was…beautiful. Her doe hazel eyes, puffed lips, and that fucking perfect hourglass-shaped body. And her braces are gone. Her peach coat hung perfectly on her shoulders as the tight buttons of her black shirt were ready to pop out. By seeing her expression, I can say she’s as shocked as I am. “Rowan,” I heard her muttering as I quickly changed my expression into the snarky one.

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.

Eva answered. "Oh! I'm sorry! I was just curious." The girl bowed a little while apologizing, but Eva could clearly see that the girl was insecure about her looks. "It's okay, but you know what? You are beautiful just the way you are. You don't need to meet the beauty standards which people have created nowadays. You look beautiful." The girl's eyes sparkled hearing those words. She thought that maybe, like all spoiled brats, Eva would too insult her or treat her rudely, but no, she didn't. That's when the girl realized that not everyone was the same. Respect filled her eyes for Eva.

I leave my hair open with a few strands pinned behind with a diamond clip. “You’re beautiful, my Queen.” Joane gushes and I smile at her. “Thank you, Joane.” I look at myself in the mirror and all I see is a beautiful woman, mother, Queen, and mate to the most handsome man in the Kingdom. Life is exactly how I want it to be. Simple and filled with lots of love and happiness.

The room fell silent. Because the truth was impossible to ignore. Queen had changed. Not overnight. Not suddenly. Slowly. Piece by piece. Grace sat back down. Then reached for Queen’s face. Holding it gently. “My beautiful girl.” Queen immediately looked away. The compliment felt foreign. Uncomfortable. Grace noticed that too. And it broke her heart. “When was the last time someone called you beautiful?” Queen didn’t answer. Because she couldn’t remember. Grace closed her eyes briefly. Then looked toward Ava.

I shook my head and waved the thought off. As we passed a different aisle my attention became fixated on a beautiful dress. It looked like it was made of pure silk. It was amazing. But of course I couldn't have it I noticed Baron has been waiting for me to finish admiring the dress. I quickly rushed over to him completely embarrassed. After picking a few more items he made his way to the counter and I followed suit. He didn't even flinch at the price of all the items. Which made me wonder again. Who was this man?

Then came the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking up toward the staircase, everyone saw a woman in a striking red body hug gown descending. Emily Havard was beautiful, no doubt about it. She moved with confidence, a practiced catwalk that turned heads. But she wasn’t Alexander’s type. Even he didn’t fully know what his type was. He felt nothing as she approached the table. She reminded him of all the women from his past, manipulative, wearing fake smiles, proud, and easy to see through. Yet something else entirely caught Alexander’s sharp attention.

I asked since I was upset , My tone was not nice but the girl didn’t mind instead she rolled her eyes and pointed at the stage “ your boyfriend is calling for you “ I swivelled my head so fast that my red hair whipped the girl in her face , but she didn’t say anything , she only chuckled . I was so stunned and surprised , as I looked at Jacob who had a sash around his body with a crown on his head . Next to him was the last year ‘s prom Queen , though she had a sizeable bump she was still rocking her outfit looking like a model who just stepped out of a pageant magazine , all smiles as she took the mic from the host “ looks like she didn’t hear what you said , go on give it another try - tel

"What makes you think that?” "And who says you're not a queen?" she questions me with her audacity. Her perfect eyebrows quirk up as she drops the dress and settles her hands on her hips like some angry mama about to whip someone's ass, "Well, you're beautiful like me. And those flower drawings on your body make you look badass and even prettier. Trust me, queens don’t have to be perfect. They just have to be brave. And you're brave, Aunt Layla." A lump instantly forms inside my throat. Why do I feel like I am about to fucking cry?

Jasmine passed the comb through her hair one last time, then watched the mirror. She wasn't quite sure why she was making an effort today, but she knew it had something to do with the new neighbour. She immediately shook her head. Maybe she should let herself become a full adult before hitting on a man like that, but she couldn't help wanting to be noticed by him. She swallowed, then put the hair up, tying it into a high ponytail. She was wearing a dress, and she watched herself in the mirror again. She rarely wore dresses and she thought she could just let it wait till her 18th birthday by the end of the week.