Remedios The Beauty Novels & Stories

Kendrick proclaimed. She opened her mouth to protest but decided not to get into it with him. Instead, Helia knelt down near the gory remains of the squished spider queen, searching for the fangs as proof of its demise. Kendrick's immense crushing boot had made mush out of it...a sobering thought considering those same boots were looming behind her. She kept a wary eye over her shoulder just in case he got any morbid ideas. Amidst the pus-colored mess, she found the fangs; one was fractured, the other intact. She took the undamaged one, wiped it clean, pulled out the venom sacs, and tucked it into her belt. That would be proof enough to get paid for the job and she could probably sell it for

The man standing in front of him was far more beautiful and alluring than he had imagined him to be. It was lingerie. A seducing, see through lingerie. Reaching just at his hip bone. Not even at his thigh. Just as Cyrus wanted it to be. Noodle straps and closed with just a silk ribbon. He gulped hard to look down at the panties. Strapped with beads. Pearl beads shimmering in dim lights as Denzel shifted on other foot. The front was hardly covering the bulge prominent through the silk fabric. And the back...

“L-Let your mana flow on your body, and concentrate it on your wounds!” Judging from it, Restia seems to be doing her best. “Repeat after me… remedium!” “Remedium…!” (Cure…!) Once she casted, her wounds visibly closed a little, but it stopped afterwards. “Again, Restia…! It’s not enough!” “Remedium—” It’s as if I heard a sound of an explosion happening in an empty bottle. “Ngh……!!!!” As if Restia`s right arm is tearing up from the inside— her right arm is now mangled.

Among them, a girl in a red riding outfit caught my eye. Her helmet hid her long hair. She held the reins with one hand, and her slender legs firmly gripped the horse's sides. Her boots gleamed coldly, and she radiated confidence and grace. Turning to the side, she reached down to pick up a lucky charm. At that moment, her hair flew with the wind. She had to be flexible. That was my first thought when I saw Amelie. Not even the blooming trees at the racetrack could rival her beauty that day.

Two very familiar faces. And at the sight of them my heart rate picked up. Morgan and Bailey West. Morgan looked beautiful as always. She had always taken care of her appearance and had done so since her teens. But Bailey… well… she looked different. Not her usual self. In truth, she was never ugly, but she never made the most of what she had. Yes, when she came back from university her image had changed a little, like she was trying too hard. Straightening her curls, her glasses gone, and experimenting with various fashion styles. But today, she looked stunning. Classy even. In a simple, form-fitting maroon dress with a scooped neck, with a hem line finishing just above her knees. Showing o

The president wasn't left behind, he gobbled up the entire contents of his glance as he stared at the goddess before them. A sense of familiarity had hit him, but he couldn't place a finger on where he had seen her. Zia swayed her hips seductively in her body tight mermaid dress that exposed her beautiful curves in all the right places. A smile plastered on her face as she acknowledged the politicians who raised their glass at her. She picked up a glass of wine as her eyes swept around the room seeking her prey. The moment she spotted him, their eyes met. Zia couldn't help but reveal her most seductive smile she had mastered for as long as she lived.

Then he turned to look at the woman sitting opposite him who was engrossed in her world treating him like he was not present. .He bet that she didn't recognize him at all. Being the CEO of Brown co-op,he was on business news and sometimes entertainment news. Everywhere he passed, people would recognize him at first glance but it seemed this woman here didn't. Her face was pure and very beautiful. She looked like a lotus growing in the pond, despite the mud,it came out very pure. He found himself dazed Just looking at her as she concentrated on her work. For some strange reasons,he felt pulled to her. David had to admit that her beauty was unparalleled. She could outsmart even the top model i

I watch as she removes her makeup and I wonder why this is important. I am distracted by her motions as she gradually reveals her natural beauty, and I am enraptured by her. Then she turns around and tucks her fringe to the side revealing her entire face to me. She is absolutely beautiful, her pale skin is blemish free, despite her heavy use of foundation, and she has signs of sleep deprivation around her eyes. At first that is all I can see which is concerning to me, but then the light catches something and I realise the truth.

"ZouMing come here, Master Mo is calling you." Regaining her senses, ZouMi rushed towards MasterMo's room, on the way she hissed in pain. 'Oh! Muscle cramps, another sh*t to deal with. I really need a painkiller and a better sleep.' With this thought, ZouMi entered into the room. The room was spacious and simple. On the wall there were medals hanging and certificates, of course of Master Mo's victory. A desk in the middle, where Master Mo was on his seat.

He taught me to directly face my shortcomings—to accept that part of myself. And after being with him, my health improved and the symptoms eased, reducing the need for medication. We definitely started out with lust, but fate always turned out to be a curious thing.