Mysterious Beauty Novels & Stories

A beautiful plan. The perfect annihilation.

A blurry silhouette was sitting quietly behind a scarlet curtain screen. "Do you think he will show up tonight?" A mincing male voice rang out from behind the curtain screen. In front of the curtain knelt a graceful woman enshrouded in silvery light. Although one could only see the back of her figure, one could still sense her breathtaking beauty, as if all the most perfect qualities of the world had converged on her. No words could describe her allure—it was like the purest moonlight had gathered to produce this ravishing beauty. It was the Moonlight Fairy, the successor of Miaoyu Bordello.

As we walk toward the library, I glance around again. This empire. its beauty, its mystery, its secrets . It is as if they’re calling out to me. And for the first time, I’m not afraid.

She looks seductress, so mysterious and sultry with her siren eyes. "Who is she?" "She looks so hot!" "I've never seen such beauty in my entire existence. Is she a goddess?" "Lovely is such an understatement for the perfection that is her." Mesmerize, the buzz of whispers reigning the place, praising Sumire's effortless beauty. The maiden's lip formed into a smirk at what she heard. When Sumire finally came and stand breathtakingly in front of him, Trevor was hypnotized by the maiden's alluring beauty. The man awkwardly smiled.

But then he grumbled something and stalked back toward his cave. Helia was confused now, but she was also not wanting to press her luck by asking too many questions of the dangerous behemoth. She didn't need to provoke him; especially in her vulnerable position. Through his pillar-like fingers she could see that he was heading inside his cave and she felt a surge of panic. That is until he entered and the expectation of a slimy, dark, cave lined with the grisly carcasses of humans was completely side-swiped by what she saw. Yes, the walls were rock, but carved with intricate scenes and designs; not decorated with corpses. Ample light glowed from some strange white flowers growing out of the

she smiled and exited the place like nothing had happened. The crowd made some noises, and some were laughing. Beauty looked at me, showing me the box in her hand. "She's your cousin?" "Yeah, the most crazy one." I shook my head. Beauty looked at the box in hand, and I did the same. She looked confused as she looked back at me and instantly put it inside my pocket. "Your cousin is very stunning, Mr. DJ. The Mondragons, indeed, are a breed of handsome and beautiful faces," one reporter said amongst the crowd.

Diana was entranced. This woman, this statuesque creature was frighteningly beautiful. And deathly still, with her eyes closed. She looked like she came out of a fairytale. A literal deity. She had dark green hair that framed her face in large, unruly waves. A headdress decorated with sharp silvery spikes and fluorescent moonstones, porcelain skin, and a heart-shaped face. There were weird symbols drawn on her forehead, her chin, and her small, pouty lips, all painted with the same color. Black. And she shone under the moonlight, like a precious gem. Her headdress, her luscious hair. Even her skin appeared translucent, with a sheen that reflected the cold light like marble.

Someone rushed in with a pile of clothes as I hid behind the door. Damn! I slowly tip toed out. I came in view of the whole house. I was already upstairs. I really credited the architect that got this job done. The stairs were laced with gold and silicon. The colours nicely intertwined. As I was busy checking out the beauty, I noticed a girl walked into the kitchen with a long black hair.

'Christine is proving to be a remarkably resourceful woman,' both men thought, captivated by the enigma she represented. It seemed as if she was a radiant beauty, shrouded in an intoxicating aura of mystery. Men, as it was well known, were often driven by a primal urge to decipher such enigmatic puzzles. It delivered them a unique sense of fulfillment and achievement.

For several breaths, she could not speak. Wonder moved through her so suddenly and so cleanly that it almost hurt. She had seen fire take shape. She had seen Hell’s palace, the pits, thrones, monsters, wings, impossible magic, nightmares with teeth and prophecies dressed as dreams. But beauty still had the power to ambush her. That was the part she never expected. Beauty still found places inside her that fear had not ruined, places that opened before she could stop them. “Oh,” she whispered, and this time the sound carried gently through the cavern, touched the crystals, and returned to her softened.