My Darling Sick Beauty Novels & Stories

Dark Night: He doesn’t seem to have one at the moment. Waiting for a beauty’s smile: What does he care about? Dark Night: I don’t know him well. He hurt someone very dear to me. True love is a myth: Then we should mess up his whole life. Dark Night: I cannot go overboard. We have a complicated relationship. Waiting for a beauty’s smile: Beauty trap? Dark Night: Do you want me to dress up? Waiting for a beauty’s smile: Forgive me young lord. But I don’t think you can succeed if you were to dress up…remember I said beauty trap… not horror trap…a few emojis of smirking face followed the message.

Derek walks over to me and gives me a quick kiss. “How is she love?” “She’s in pain, not physically. I called the stables and I am having them bring Beauty and Argo here. She needs a distraction.” I hand him the paintings Maliyah gave me and he spreads them on the table. “What’s this?” Everyone looks over at the paintings, their interest peaks.

People say you can’t judge a book by its cover, they are right. “You remember me.” She said as her glassy eyes showed happiness. I can’t deny it, no matter what evil she has done in the past, I have to say she really is beautiful. No wonder they say the most beautiful ones are always the most evil. “It is not hard to forget a gold digger.” Felix answered, in anger and spite. Damian was still quiet. He looked dumbstruck like he didn’t expect she would be here. Well, no one did.

Basil The music blares loudly in the club, the club that I own. Sweet Ecstasy. I'm sitting in a booth on the second floor, observing the moving bodies below. My eyes immediately settle upon a pair of women, only one of them ignites something in me. She's wearing a skin tight black dress that is a little too short. Long wavy dark red hair falls down her back reaching the top of her ass and what an ass she has. A full figured body, with tits that looks more than a handful, and a luscious ass that shook with each step, my favorite. I prefer women with curves, it gives me something to hold onto while I fuck them. Her friend isn't bad looking but she's not my type, too thin. I wave Andre over, my

"You messed with the wrong person Liliana Andrea Cabrera." "A-Antonio," Andrea called out as he walked into the bedroom. She sat up in the bed, looking like she had been waiting for him. "Sleeping Beauty finally decided to wake up," he said, merely sparing her a glance as he walked into the closet, leaving the door open. "Her Prince failed to wake her on time," she said softly, as though she thought he wouldn't hear. Surprised by her comment, he popped his head out of the closet to give her a cheeky look. Andrea was astonished when she realized he heard her. "You seem to be in a good mood today," she tried to change the topic.

It gave me this weird feeling in my stomach. “Alright then. I'll go to my room now. Goodnight”. She said and left. “Goodnight… Camilla”. I said as she left. I fell flat on my bed. Everything about her brought me this unexplainable peace. I found solace in her beautiful blue eyes and that radiant smile. She was… amazing. Have I fallen for you Camilla?

Darcy fluttered into Felix's arms like a butterfly, completely changing from the vicious woman who had just tormented me. She spoke in a sweet, almost childlike voice, “Babe, where have you been? If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known someone snuck in here trying to seduce you!

'm sorry that I couldn't save you from the love sickness, B. We used to make faces at lovey stuff, and we laughed at corny lines. But now, look how cheesy you've become; talking about a magical night and all." She pretended to shed a tear at the last part. I, however, just nudged her playfully, a laugh flowing smoothly off my lips, and it wasn't long before it flowed off hers too. "I was just saying. It wasn't even that cheesy, or was it?" "Yeah, it totally was," she deadpanned, to which I scoffed, wanting to reply but for the figure who I spotted approaching us. I suddenly found a sly grin etching itself to my features. "Well, Beckham," I started. "You never can tell, you just might cat

She looked like a tiny doll that might shatter with just a whisper. The moment I entered, she slowly turned her head toward me. "Sweetheart," I murmured, taking her hand. She gave me a faint, radiant smile, her pale face so heartbreakingly beautiful. I blinked back the tears that blurred my vision, struggling to hold myself together. Molly deserved a happy ending, even if it was just these final moments. I forced a smile, despite the ache in my chest. She lifted her hand, resting it gently on my arm. "Mom, don't cry," she whispered, blinking at me. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Leaning in close, she whispered, "If you pay another 2,000 dollars, my best friend and I will make sure you have an unforgettable night." For some reason, the photo I'd seen on social media of her and Yvonne appeared in my mind. They were smiling happily in the picture, their tight dance outfits outlining their perfect figures. These young women were barely old enough to join the adult world, yet here they were, trapped in the muddy quicksand of adulthood. I pushed Hermione off again and asked, "Is your best friend as pretty as you?" Thinking that I was interested, Hermione gave me a flirty look and took out her phone from her pocket. "Eager, aren't you? Aren't I enough for you?"