She Outshines Them All Novels & Stories

her eyes shine seeing my outfit. "Oh, come on you are exaggerating, look at yourself.” I stare at her head to toe and she winks at me. “You know karma is a nobody’s bitch.” she yells after the song ends. “That's what I like the most about it,” I murmur as she parks the car.

you should stop making yourself visible to just you, I want you to be visible to everyone. "Why?" Was the only thing that came out of her mouth. She looked at me with soft eyes as she poured the drink. I then said, "you are too beautiful, I cannot hide your beauty and I want you to live the best life, maybe as long as I am alive, you are a firework that makes us salivate for your beauty." L laughed and said, "you are indeed an original and cannot be replaced, well if you say so the feast today would be a perfect way to show me off to your friends, I would be the witch in the team."

She wasn’t just holding her own; she was outshining her rival. For the first time, everyone realized Aurora wasn’t just a newcomer with potential; she was the real deal. Compared to her, the rest of them felt like amateurs.

While everyone was cooing and praising her for being so nice, she whispered in my ears, “Going out with a big shot doesn’t put us on the same level. You can fuck all the billionaires in this city, but you’ll still be beneath me. I’ll make you pay for stealing the spotlight from me today.” She let out sternly, whilst having a smile on her face to fool everyone in the room and make them think that she is genuinely happy for me. I don’t know why she thinks that I stole the spotlight from her, I never even realized that I was standing in the spotlight until she mentioned it to me.

Her hair, sleek and wavy, framed her face in soft layers, and the faint shimmer of highlight across her collarbones made her look like she had been poured out of gold. She blinked, and for a split second, she thought of Rihanna—the goddess like glamour, the effortless class but even Rihanna, in all her glory, would have looked ordinary standing next to her. That was what Ayisha always told her: “You’re beyond any star, Tess. You just don’t know it yet.”

It was easy to see why everyone was talking about her, she stood out among all those around her. It was strange to that younger me, because the other girls were obviously wearing make-up and were dressed more feminine than she was in her overalls and boots, while her face was bare, natural, and yet she outshone them all. My young heart could barely stand the strain. She was like something I wanted to reach out and touch. The sensation was overwhelming, and that need to get closer made my hands twitch and my lungs burn as I struggled to make sense of what was happening to me. She was just a girl after all; and it's not like she was the first to catch my interest either.

The black shiny color of the outfit made her milky white skin stand out. She flinched looking at herself and noticed her on point makeup. The red lipstick on her lips made them stick out, her eyes were highlighted with shadow eye makeup. So much foundation and blush was applied that she cringed for the nth time. This was not her at all. And that was what she needed. To not be herself. She was sure that no man-NO MAN, would be able to take his eyes off her now. She was ready to go and do what she was supposed to do.

"She’s so hot! She’s definitely a queen! Tame me! Step on me! " The atmosphere on the dance floor grew fervent. Irwin whistled as he watched her unleash her charm. Melody was intoxicated. She danced harder and harder, swaying along the beat. Eventually, the excitement got to her head, and she overpowered the lead dancer on the stage. Standing under the spotlight, she was akin to a dazzling enchantress in blue. Her sensual gesture exuded irresistible allure. In just a short time, she had become the brightest star on the dance floor.

Bathed in the spotlight, her delicately crafted features were dazzling and breathtaking. When the piece ended, thunderous applause erupted across the room. All around Sharon, the air buzzed with compliments and praise for Kelly.

But tonight, she stands out like a spotlight has been cast on her, illuminating everything I somehow never saw before. I watch her, that confident sway in her walk, the effortless way she commands attention. The dress she's wearing—god, she's never looked like this. Not for me. Never for me. It clings to her like it was made for her and her alone, shimmering under the lights, highlighting every curve in a way that has the room stopping to stare.