Reputation Aesthetic Novelas e Histórias

The uglier the NPC, the easier it is to increase your favorability as long as you are good-looking and are willing to work hard to chase them. This guy also confidently stated that he used to be a "prince" in a nightclub in real life. In order to have a soft meal, this grievance is nothing. He has served no matter how ugly he is, this one is already considered beautiful. As soon as these words came out, everyone called him a real man! Sebastian doesn't have his perseverance and determination. Of course, if it's a beautiful NPC, that's a different story, ahem. "Thank you, senior sister."

Bella, irritated, slammed the mouse down. Ugh, this client was a nightmare—the wine promotion poster had been revised five times and still wasn't satisfactory! The client, a rather attractive woman, always showed up overdressed and smelling like she'd bathed in perfume, enough to make anyone sneeze. After several interactions, Bella’s four-word summary for her was—beauty without brains, totally clueless about design. But, the customer is always right, even if their taste is all wrong.

“Why did you choose Crown Entertainment for your comeback?” Scarlet lifted a hand, quieting the room with her quiet presence. "Reputation is an odd construct," she remarked, her tone steady and firm. "It's determined by perception rather than fact. I can’t change the past, but I can direct the story from here. My focus is on my own work, and I believe wholeheartedly that Crown’s vision matches my own.” At the rear of the room, Grayson watched quietly, his gray suit merging with the darkness. His intense stare remained fixed on her as he observed how she skillfully managed the reporters, avoiding pitfalls and turning inquiries to her benefit.

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

You are a monster," Ava cursed. "I can be one in bed too." He smiled at Ava coyly. Ava almost vomited when she tried to imagine her and Fillip. Fillip wasn't ugly, but there are two shades of ugly. The skin shade and the soul shade The worst one is the soul shade. Your appearance doesn't count, but how you interact with people does. People like Fillip are ugly in their souls. They treat people like dirt and take advantage of weak and innocent people. "Sure, good for you; it is none of my business."

Or that he was so damn attractive and charming. “In my defence,” he said, a curious frown creasing his brow, “She brought it out in me.” “That’s your excuse?” Isabella said incredulously, delivering a playful shove that barely moved him, his eyes remaining fixed on Olivia's every bit as curious and heated and very, very interested. “If I didn’t value your opinion so much, I’d tell you to just go and leave us to it.” “Seems that makes two of you today,” he said, his penetrating gaze reaching inside Olivia's mind and triggering a replay of all that she had said with embarrassing clarity. “It’s a bloody good job my ego is big enough to take it.”

“Your friend is safe here. You can see her tomorrow.” Micah bowed. “Thank you, alpha.” Reyna waited until both of them exited their room and fixed Aluxious with a stare. “What is it, sweetheart?” he knelt in front of her as if sensing the sudden change in her mood. She wordlessly lifted the flower nymph to his nose and watched in satisfaction when his expression grew grim. “Tell me I’m right.” Aluxious quickly masked his fury and met her gaze. “You’re right.” “She’s something, isn’t she?” She sniffed the flower nymph. The overpowering lycan stench of a particular female stood out from the pleasant floral scent the fairy naturally carried.

Social media fractured into camps — those defending her, those condemning her, those simply entertained by spectacle. Mia watched it all from her office screen, feeling like a ghost observing her own public trial. She had built Aurum Élégance on reputation. And reputation was fragile. One whisper of dishonesty could erode years of excellence. But what unsettled her most was not the accusations. It was the doubt. Doubt spreading like hairline fractures through crystal. She stood abruptly. “Clear my afternoon,” she told her assistant. She needed distance from the noise. Not to escape it — but to think beyond it.

"And the influencers? You want to buy them all? That's not strategy. That's desperation." She set down her wine. "What would you do?" Damien was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "I'd find out why people love Belle Cosmetics. Really love them. Not the products. The brand. The feeling." "And then?" "Then I'd steal that feeling. Not with money. With authenticity." Sophia stared at him like she was trying to figure out if he was joking. “You’re serious.” Damien didn’t blink. “I’m always serious.”

They wore professionalism like armor—Vanessa with a polished smile and clipped tone, Damian with quiet confidence and carefully measured words. At a café downtown, Vanessa sat across from one of Abby’s oldest allies, speaking in hushed tones. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t trust them,” she said smoothly, sipping her coffee. “But… don’t you think they’ve been spreading themselves thin? I heard they’ve missed a few deadlines. A few lapses in… judgment.” The ally frowned, uncertain. “That doesn’t sound like Abby.” “That’s the thing about reputations,” Damian interjected from beside her, voice calm but cutting. “They’re built slowly and destroyed quickly. It’s not about what they’ve done, but abo