Save Beauty Novels & Stories

The man scowled in annoyance, glared at me, and then turned to throw his body back on the sofa. Useless man. "So ... how are you going to seduce him? I'm sure a young boss like him is used to being around beautiful women, if you only use your beauty, I think it's useless," Bastian said without looking at me. "Ah, I learned it from a movie, I'll spill my drink on his lap, then stare into his eyes for three seconds, creating an unusual impression, so he'll be curious about me," I replied quickly. After hearing my words, Bastian's brow furrowed, his lips pursed, and his eyes narrowed. I don't know what part of my plan made the man react like that.

I made my way to the living room and took a seat beside mum. She smiled at me and gave me a hug when I came in. “How's my beautiful daughter doing? How did your day go?” She asked. I grimaced. I get that they always made extra sure to tell me how beautiful I was and all that, so I wouldn't feel bad about how I looked. But I wished they realized they only made me see myself less and less in the light they were trying to paint to me. I just didn't see what they saw. Beautiful? Yeah, right.

i walk over and sit on the couch and wait. She sits there watching waiting, after a few minutes she speaks, “i bet you are wondering where you are?” i nod and reply, “im assuming im dead judging by being in here with an angel.” She giggles, “yes and no, the gods are wanting you to try and see if its safe to bring the world’s together or if they’re going to go ahead and destroy themselves with their hatred of other species.” She takes a breath, “Each Species has their own god and this was decided to let you decide if you want to save them to save yourself.”

I reply jokingly and a sudden knock on the door stops her from replying. "Who's there?" She hissed sharply. "It's me Bayo." A familiar voice replies and I deadpan. "Omg! Ini, he's here!" I whisper screamed excitedly with a wide grin plastered on my face. "Chill Tee, chill and take a deep breath." Ini instructs and I do as she says, following her hand and trying to breathe calmly. "How do I look?" I ask her. "You look like the natural beaut that you are." She assures with a wink before adding; "Don't lose you temper in any way, apologise to him for avoiding him earlier and lastly, kiss and makeup." She grinned and I eye her from head to toe.

“You look so beautiful, my darling.” He looked down at her with so much love. Her long, black hair was spread out across the white sheets, a beautiful contrast that took his breath away. It was like a piece of art, something precious and rare. He felt as though she was a creature from a story, a siren with the power to draw him in, but instead of pulling him into a dark ocean, she was pulling him into the deepest, most wonderful parts of love. She was his entire world now.

Typical. “Morning, Elena,” Caroline chirped, though it sounded less like a greeting and more like an announcement of her presence. She was perched daintily at the table, her manicured nails tapping against her coffee mug as she launched into a detailed recap of their trip. “You must hear about Hawaii—it was absolutely divine. The beaches, the cocktails, the spa. Oh, you have no idea how healing volcanic mud can be. Really, you should try it sometime. Then again…” Her eyes flicked over me, narrowing in that condescending way. “…maybe it’s not exactly your style.”

I was just stunned by the absence as I recalled my beautiful dream. What is beauty in immortality?

The very notion sent a hot wave rolling through her, and she smiled, but then an edge of apprehension caused her stomach to clench. “Don’t I look awful?” she asked, feeling her face, the bandage, and then her head where her hair had been cut by the burn unit to save her scalp. “Mira,” he whispered, pecking her in between each word. “You are beautiful. I’m hard for you.” He took her hand and placed it over the bulge beneath his slacks, breathing his final statement, “I want to fuck you. Let me make you feel good. Let me help you forget all this shit you are going through, at least for a little while.”

The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal. However, what caught Ciara's attention was a seemingly ordinary-looking mirror hanging next to the desk. Standing at a distance, Ciara could see the faint outline of herself reflected inside it. The shadow slowly transformed into a strange woman, who waved her hand to signal for Ciara to come closer. Usually, Ciara's curiosity was not very strong, but now there was something urging her to approach it. Ciara seemed to lose control, her eyes slowly losing focus. She was like a puppet being manipulated as she took slow steps towards the mirror. Just as her hand was abo