She Outshines Them All Novels & Stories

She’s curled up in the blankets with just her head poking out. She’s so fucking perfect, she’s smart and sassy, and she doesn’t let us walk all over her, standing her ground when she needs to. She’s gorgeous too, but not from the kind of allure brought on by hours in front of the mirror with makeup plastered all over her face. No, she’s naturally beautiful.

Why does she seem so strange all of a sudden? O noticed the dark glint in her eyes when she spoke, she seemed like a pretty confident woman not as cowardly as she was back at the makeup studio. Perhaps she had acted weak like that intentionally to cater to a "for-the-win" strategy. It was a pretty strange route. [For-the-win: It's normal that each contestant has his/her tactics planned to win, out for the competition. This is the term I'd be using to summarize that.] "I understand." "That's all. I shouldn't delay you any further, let me excuse myself", Shd added before leaving.

Her smile radiated warmth and joy, lighting up the room and captivating the hearts of those fortunate enough to witness it. Confidence exuded from her every pore, as she moved with an effortless grace that commanded attention. The room seemed to revolve around her, as if she were the sun, and everyone else mere planets in her orbit. Her poise and elegance were unmatched, a true embodiment of beauty and sophistication.

"Similar to Sem, but with a 'c' instead of an 's'. It's American, but you already recognized that one already." She smiled, illuminating her whole face. She doesn't use makeup, and most of us don't bother anymore, yet she's stunning even without it. The grin just added to the glare. She seemed even younger, yet she still managed to carry off the terrifying warrior act. Her posture, propped up and poised, clearly shows me that she's well suited to this terrible, modern paradigm. She most likely thrived on it. "Where are you guys going?" she questioned, turning to watch the lads nearby.

Heads undeniably turned, conversations paused. The crowd parted ways as she approached, capturing everyone's attention with her effortless charm and poise. She gracefully navigated through the adoring fans, her poise and elegance captivating everyone. Rachna was proud of her group member's success, knowing that Rubi's talent and hard work had brought her to this moment.

She had become the show. Tasha reached the end of the runway, her heart racing. She felt the weight of hundreds of eyes on her, yet she stood tall, taking in the thunderous applause. She had turned what could have been a disaster into a triumph, and the feeling of victory swirled within her.

Now that she mentioned it, she did have an uncanny resemblance to him. “But don’t worry… when I win… it’ll be fair and square,” she said with a plastered smile. “I’ve been trained by the best, so I’m bound to win after all.” She flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder and gave me a wink which made my blood boil. I didn’t bother saying anything to her; the other girls in the bathroom who were talking to her before I arrived all chuckled amongst themselves, thinking they had bested me. It only fueled my fire though, making me want to take her down first.

Walking by, I would catch bits of their hushed gossip. "She's so annoying. She's just jealous because the younger girl is prettier." "Wow! She's mean, always competing with other girls." Camila stopped pretending to be nice and told everyone how mean I was to her, playing the innocent victim. I felt left out at school, and even Alexander started to act distant. He did not know that I had to start taking medication for the stress from money and school matters. This put me in a depressive state. At the graduation dance, I did not even try to dress up. Standing next to Alexander in his fancy suit, I felt like a plain Cinderella.

"Starlight, meet Skyline. All the videos you watched about performance and how to put on a show were made by her. She's the best in this city, whether people like it or not." Her hazel eyes open wide, her mouth spreading out into a grin. "No way! Ok, so I totally won't fangirl here, but OMG!!" She screeches and the bitter bitch turns around like she has something to say. She looks familiar, but I can't place her under all the makeup and glitter. She decides not to speak though, instead pushing past us to leave for the night. We were the last act of the night, the finale so to speak. Proabably took her spot and she's salty.

The crowd. The way people would look at her. The way they wouldn’t be able to look away. She already commanded attention without trying. That was just who she was. Quiet. Controlled. Unbothered. And people noticed that. They always had. But in that dress? I let out a sharp breath, shaking my head slightly as something uncomfortable settled in my chest. She’d outshine the entire room. Hell, she’d outshine the bride. And I didn’t like that thought nearly as much as I should have.