Remedios The Beauty Novels & Stories

“Now…Tonight…” Jeremy was trying to call Tony's contact but it dawned on him that he most likely would be laid up with his mistress, Amber and he truly was. *********** Terra was wearing a black satin gown and her hair was curled up and let down making her look as beautiful as a model. She had a clutch bag to match and her security team was with her. She smelled like sweet strong yet pleasant strawberry with a touch of vanilla and everyone she passed by turned to look at her. Her make up artist had dolled her up but moderately.

52 cm scar from the eyes of this world. Putting on a blusher and contouring her features,were like a child's play for her. "Let the shoot begin"

I am not trying to compliment him, but I feel like he is being too humble. “My turn!” Marian bounces on her feet, hoping she'll be noticed. “My name’s Marian Atkinson. I specialize in creating special gazes for sleep, paralysis, and poisons. Though poisons are getting banned these days.” She mutters the last part with a grumpy tone. Meanwhile, I look at Marian in a new light. I never guessed that a small girl like her could be scary. I think that it would be in my best interest to not make her my enemy.

They said finishing each other's sentences. “We told your asses that we were fine and we are. NOW we are going to get these two trained up in weaponry and herbal medicine. If you two object you are more than welcome to go fuck yourselves.” Remmie said, giving her sweetest smile. “But you two are pregnant and have a serious condition of Diamniotic-monochorionic you two need to be on bedrest.” They whined. I was laughing so hard but quickly locked up my lips when I got a ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP’ look from Remmie, meanwhile Reign was joining in on my laughter.

Each page provided thorough information about a new product line. As she started her presentation, her voice was strong and authoritative. She announced, "This is the 'Beauty by Medicine' series, specifically created to address people battling acne scars and blemishes. The benefits will start to show within only a week." Her words lingered in the air, heavy with possibility and fresh ideas. Conrad, one of the important investors at the firm, agreed with Julia as he nodded his head. He had complete faith in Julia's skills and abilities. Besides, his sister's credentials as a healer were bolstered by the fact that she had studied under a well-known figure in the field.

Her eyebrows were thick and arched with confidence, and her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass, yet her smile—when it came—softened her whole face. Her eyes were the kind that held too many stories and not enough time to tell them all, a deep shade of whisky brown with golden flecks that made them look almost... enchanted. But it was more than just beauty. Nina Blackwood had poise. Grace. That enviable quality where she could sit on a stiff leather chair in a corporate office, sip black coffee, and still feel like she was sipping red wine in a rooftop lounge somewhere in Paris. And yet, she wasn’t intimidating. At least not to me. Not anymore.

Sophia had no words to comfort Amaya and just held her tighter in the embrace. Amaya slowly disengaged from the hug and walked into the bathroom to wash her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and smiled sadly at the frail figure in front of her. She had noticably lost weight in the last few hours, her eyes were sunk in, her face pale, and she looked like a pretty ghost. Very fragile and pale. "You've got this Amaya. You're strong, he can't break you". she mentally encouraged herself. Letting out a smile, she arranged the red lingerie she wore, the one lady Esme had thrown at her earlier and walked out of the bathroom.

he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress. "Ma Chèrie amor!" Rayden murmured in his native language. He traced her neck and marked it with a strong suck that left a deep red mark. The intoxicating scent of vanilla and jasmine filled his senses. His hands gently caressed her bare body, teasingly making her body move slowly. Her eyes slowly opened, her hazel-colored eyes so beautiful under the thick lashes, gazing at him. "Hi, Beautiful!" Rayden greeted her with a smile on his handsome face, gently brushing her hair away from her face.

Not long after, the grand annual Moonlit Gala commenced in Blackwood Estate's main hall. I was adorned in a custom gown, the moonstone necklace Damian had commissioned resting cool against my skin. He'd had it retrieved after Caleb's last brazen theft, and when he placed it back around my neck, he'd infused it with a potent protective charm. "Afraid he'll try to steal it again?" I teased, a smile playing on my lips. "Afraid he'll get too close to you," Damian murmured, his tone serious. "This charm makes any wolf, except me, profoundly uncomfortable the moment they encroach upon your personal space."

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and said, "Just you guys wait. I'll reconstruct the victim's face perfectly and prove that Ariana is nothing but a liar! "After this, no one is allowed to mention her name in front of me ever again." The skull fragment was brought into the workspace, and my mother was preparing her tools before shooing everyone else out of the room before starting her work. This was her usual practice. No one was allowed to disturb her when she was working. The entire workspace was eerily quiet. Mom was the best forensic artist. Even though she was furious with me just moments ago, she was able to focus intently on her work. However, I had an odd feeling that sh