Peerless Beauty Novels & Stories

Unknown As I stood on the video set of the commercial shoot for our new skin care line, I couldn't help but feel a knot forming in my stomach. The creator of Truly Beautiful Cosmetics, Celeste, would be sitting in today. She was known for her impeccable taste and attention to detail, but she was also infamous for her short temper and rude behavior towards her employees. I watched as the design team frantically worked on the display for our skin care line. Celeste's sharp voice cut through the air, scolding them for not making it look more luxurious.

"Oh my goodness, it's top model Shelley-and Jessie!" Shelley and Jessie waved to the camera but the camera initially ignored Nia, who wasn't as popular. "Also, my high school friend Nia," Beauty added. The cameraman panned back to show Nia, who waved with a smile. The audience applauded again. "Aww, that's sweet. They're here to support you," Helen replied, then turned back to Beauty. "I'm happy for you, but I know your journey hasn't been an easy one as a plus-size woman in the fashion industry."

For some reasons this peaches girl gave me joy,the look on beauty's face was priceless , she knew that preaches is crazy for me and can even poison her to have me "what did you do?" She snapped out at me in a whisper I shrugged ,smiling staring at her pouted lips She faked a smile at peaches "Welcome dear come in" Peaches rushed in towards me "Thanks Jessie" Beauty yelled at her friend Peaches sat beside me "You smell nice,sir bruno ,an so happy and crazy you invited me over for the sleep over" I faked a smile trying to adjust from her Beauty literally pushed her off the couch

Whoever that lady was,she seemed to be an important person around here, to make Sophia this uncomfortable. Amaya nodded and made her way to the door. She took a deep breath before turning the door knob. She met the lady already at a distance,and she ran after her. "Thought you were gonna stay in there forever" the lady said without looking back. Amaya bit the insides of her mouth to stop herself from replying back. This woman was one proud and arrogant peacock. "Her night was terrible,as she couldn't sleep well. But couldn't her morning start normally?" she wondered in frustration. To be continued......

No matter where I looked, my thoughts kept pulling me toward the same person, making the contrast impossible to overlook. Camilla’s beauty had never been loud or needy. It was a regal, quiet elegance that commanded a room without a single word. Camilla had never needed to pose or put on an act to be stunning. Her pale skin, her dark, sharp eyes, the graceful curve of her neck when she held her head high in front of the High Council—she possessed a natural, breathtaking presence that Pamela simply couldn't touch.

Even the forty-watt version lit up his soul. ‘Are you going to be all right on your own?’ ‘I’ve got to get used to it, Matty. Today seems like a good day to start.’ Fran smoothed her collar, regarded her image in the hall mirror. Black suit, perfectly groomed hair. Apart from the dark shadows beneath her eyes, she looked every inch the businesswoman. Nate would have approved. He had always said that image was everything. The trick was to ignore the

The deep-v cutting of her vintage dress only served to accentuate her unbelievable beauty. Common sense would dictate that a woman like her had the best chance in living her best life. She must have it all—men, wealth, status. Things she could easily get with her god-given beauty alone. But she looked so removed from such a stereotype right now, especially when one looked at the fog of grief and desolation hovering over her head like a mourning veil. She was Shaelyn Peach. Or rather, whatever was left of that husk—her soul seemed to have left her already.

“Really?” Denise shrugged. “She’s not pretty. She’s all makeup, fancy clothes and expensive bags. She can’t even tell preposition apart from proposition. Yet she acts like she’s so smart. And those Jimmy Choo pumps she’s wearing?” she asked and smirked. “Knock-offs. And yet she acts like she’s all-authentic.” I stared at her blankly, not really sure why she was saying these to me. “Her best friend? Candy Wilson? Pretty girl, huh. But that head of hers? Empty. Chelsea keeps her because she feels beautiful when Candy is around. Like… birds of the same feather flocking together. Yeah, right!”

Is this man not only mentally ill, but also narcissistic? Brene Brian calmly wipes her hair with a cotton towel, her body is perfect in every line, she is more beautiful than all the men she has seen on TV, a person with such looks and strength, for a reason. Why pretend to be an ugly, sick person? As if sensing her gaze, Brene Brian raised his eyes to look, Sweet Pea immediately withdrew his gaze, put down the towel and said: "Are you going to stay like that?"

When the microphone was passed to Damon, he spoke languidly. "I've had several interactions with Ms. York in private before. I have some suspicions about her usage of the concept of 'An Equal Love,'" he said. "Prestige aims to produce unrivaled jewelry, and we require the designer's principles and actions to align with each other. I don't think Ms. York is someone that fits that bill." He watched with glee as Celeste's face pinched tight, her smile slowly cracking.