Pretty Girls Novels & Stories

She was broke, desperate, her sister dying in a coma, when she rode a stranger in a private bar room until he saw stars and paid her triple. He kept his thin glasses on the whole time she was soaked and shaking on top of him. A week later that same man became her boss. Now he owns her desk by day and spreads her thighs every night, making her drip for the only cock that ever ruined her properly. Her cheating ex and backstabbing best friend work down the hall. Loan sharks still hunt her. Old ghosts claw at the door. She swore no man would ever buy her dignity again...yet every time he buries himself deep and growls her name she comes harder, wetter, more his. And

My heart clenched and I stiffened in the chair, torn between shock and excitement. A trending picture shows Lilian in a disguise, handing money to the man who released the pictures. The identity of the man is still kept private. A call recording containing negotiations of the release was leaked a few minutes ago too, adding to the evidence of her guilt," the presenter paused from reading out the next gossip. She looked at her colleague, her lips twitched up in disgust. Her colleague still seemed to be in shock at the news. “What do you have to say about your favorite actress, Giselle?" The red-haired presenter asked.

Therefore, she could only place her hope on the five young girls in front of her who were pretty good-looking. "Really? Gina, are you really going to make us stars?" The girls were so excited that they almost fainted. They were the most popular girls in school with the worst grades. Of course, every one of them was very pretty. Gina nodded and looked at them with sincerity. "Girls' groups are the new tendency. After you get out of here, I will pay for your mini-plastic surgery. You will be prettier, and you will be the future big stars!"

"Woww!!! What a girls, the way they were beating those boys was impressive - said reyan with an I-am-impressed look. "Yes these girls are amazing - said sharik with a smile. "Sharik, did you forget. You have a fiance, should I tell this to ramsha (sharik's fiance) that you are impressed with some other girls - said reyan teasingly with a smirk. "You bastard, I was just saying that those girls are really brave - said reyan shooting daggers at reyan. "God, stop fighting big brothers - said adam with an irritated look. Those girls turned towards us, I saw a girl in middle. She was really beautiful, she is the girl who was beating those guys with bat. She was a natural beauty, no makeup still be

Trina dragged her friend by the arm onto the dance floor, ‘Come on Jess, I love this song’ The loud thump of the guitar riff blasted out of the speakers as Heart’s, ‘All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You’ filled the night club and the two girls moved together, they were dressed in very similar short velvet dresses, Jess, with her rich chestnut curls was wearing a deep burgundy one and Trina with her pale ash blonde hair and startling emerald green eyes was wearing one that almost matched that incredible eye colour. The dresses fit tightly on both young women, lace from the waist like a basque they left little to the imagination pushing their firm young breasts up on show. They were eighteen and

When I nod, she falls silent for a while before she speaks again. "Well, I was going to say if she’s the one I’m losing you to, then I’m okay with that." "What?" She smiles proudly as she explains. "Brynn. She’s iconic. She’s the IT girl of the season, and I think she’s easily the prettiest girl in town." That makes two of us. Her next words follow shyly. "I kind of… kind of look up to her. I like her really, like a lot. Her style, her principle, her demeanor. I just like the way she is."

Aimee POV "Are you sure this looks good?" I ask Stella, and she nods her head. I look at myself in the mirror, and I am honestly unsure about this skirt. I am going for an interview today, and I can't help but feel very anxious. I turn around, looking at my back reflected in the mirror, and I frown. I really don't think this looks good on me. This is not me. The skirt rests under my knees and has a slit right in the middle of the skirt in the back.

Before she had plastic surgery, she had an unpleasant nickname: "Monster Baek." But everything has changed, she has become a very beautiful girl. With her new face and the compliments she received, she felt very superior. However, she never admitted that she had had plastic surgery. That's how she changed. She always thinks that she has to be "the queen bee." She has to be the prettiest girl whenever she is, and she likes to make other girls feel insecure about themselves. She really likes to see other people cry because they can't be as beautiful or good as she is. In fact, all the photos she uploads on social media always show false and ridiculous Aegyo. However, when someone comments that

As the car drives away, we stand there for a moment, watching the crowd swarm around the terminal — girls in twinning outfits, guys with oversized headphones, couples holding hands, teenagers dragging rolling suitcases like they’re off to some epic adventure. And suddenly, I feel lighter. Like I’ve stepped into a world that doesn’t ask for resumes or answers. Just good shoes and a willingness to walk into the day without expectations. “There they are!” someone called. We turn to see three girls waving like maniacs. One is dressed head to toe in purple, another is filming everything on her phone, and the third? She’s flawless — long hair curled to perfection, eyeliner sharp enough to cut glas

My name was Sylvia. After graduating from college, I started working at a maternity store. It was quite large. It sold all kinds of products for mothers. To attract more customers, my boss, Chuck, decided to hold a public demonstration. He wanted us to personally demonstrate how to use the products. On that day, many couples came to the store. They gathered in the main hall. At first, we demonstrated some diapers, car seats, and other products for mothers. Young couples were inexperienced. Teaching them via public demonstrations was the best approach.