Stuck Beauty A Misadventure Novels & Stories

“He got candy for you. He said to bring you to him.” Beauty smiled, then the smile dropped. “What type of candy?” “Huh?” I asked, absentminded. “What type? He knows my favourite and would tell you,” she said. I felt myself getting pissed off. “How am I supposed to know that?” My voice dropped and the sweetness disappeared. Beauty slowly retreated, walking backwards, eyes scared. I did not want her running, so I grabbed her just before she reached the room. Beauty struggled and started to cry. “Let me go.”

Mina launched into a story about how some boy had slipped her a love note during class. “It literally said, ‘If beauty were a number, you’d be infinity.’” She rolled her eyes so hard Jenna almost laughed. Celeste choked on her ice cream. “No way.” “Yes way,” Mina said, deadpan. “And no, I didn’t keep it.” Jenna chuckled, genuinely this time. It felt strange laughing here, with them, in a life that wasn’t hers. For a moment, she almost let herself believe she could belong. Then Mina leaned in, lowering her voice. “Speaking of disasters… Did either of you notice Adrian today?”

I slit my palm and fed Irene Arlington my blood to keep her alive when we were trapped in a blizzard. The tissue in my legs had died from hypothermia. I had been in a vegetative state for five years. When I woke up, I heard a conversation between her and the doctor. “Mrs. Bradshaw, your husband’s condition is stable right now. There’s a good chance he’ll wake up. Are you sure you want to go through with euthanasia?” She spoke calmly, like she had already made up her mind. “Money isn’t the issue. I’ve already poured five years into him. I just can’t do this anymore. “With the way he is now, he’d be better off dead.” Those words hit me like a ton of bricks. Irene used to cry and beg

I wiped them from my cheeks and eyes harshly but new tears took their place. Not able to look at the road because of my tears I stopped the car on the side of the road. And then dam of tears broke. After a few minutes when I was feeling a little alright my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen which was showing an unknown telephone number. "Hello?" "Is this Miss Misty Marvel?" The person on the other end of the phone asked. "Yes this is Misty. Who are you?" "We are sorry to inform you Misty but your parents had an accident just now. They are admitted in the City Hospital. Please come here as soon as you can." And then there was a sound of phone going dead.

She looked even more beautiful than I'd ever noticed before now. I let my knuckles lightly brush over her beautiful brown skin. I loved the fact that she was mixed, all the more beauty. Her plump puckered lips that sent me reminders of how they connected with mine at every turn in the bedroom. In all honesty I never felt this strange way for anyone except Carrie and it was beginning to worry me. I was getting too attached to her and this was going way beyond what I bargained for. I had to keep my emotions in check so that I wouldn't scare her away.

I wondered if maybe she'd gone to change to do another number, but when I glanced at the clock, I realized it wasn't likely. I pushed out of the people huddled together. They'd all resumed partying. I, however, needed more information about the girl and why she was being exploited. I chose to label it concern versus unrequited hedonistic hunger. "Cherry." The waitress had gotten halfway back to the bar and hadn't heard me. "Cherry!" She swung her bottle-red hair over her shoulder to face me. "What's up, sugar?" "Who's the new girl?" "Diamond."

“This is a surprise, dear. Now shut up. I looked at him and then out the window. My mind instantly turned to Pierre. What was he doing? Was he thinking about me? Did he miss me? I knew I was just torturing myself by thinking about Pierre, but sometimes, torture was better than nothing. — We're here! Adrian announced, snapping me out of my trance. We were at a beauty salon. And I knew hours and hours of a different kind of torture would now follow. And it was just like that. I did everything Adrian wanted. In five hours, I had my eyebrows plucked, hair done perfectly as well as my nails. The only thing I didn't compromise on was my makeup, I kept my face as natural as possible.

The man nudged the woman he had paid to flirt with Zack, and motioned for her to follow, when Zack acted so haughty and left anyway. The woman did her job. She was paid handsomely by the ugly man. "I can't afford to lose my money. Especially since my target is so handsome tonight," the woman said in a soft voice, as if she was proud to have gotten a good target. Different from the targets she had served before. Meanwhile, Zack accelerated his pace. His head was starting to feel dizzy and even his eyesight was starting to look unclear. "Damn! He mixed medicine into my drink!" Zack growled when he remembered that he had received a glass of good quality wine from the hand of the man with the m

She saw the news of Ed announcing a model as his fiancée and was gritting her teeth contemplating her move, when fate gave her a third chance which was also in the form of Stacey. Stacey told her a month ago that Amber informed her that Ben being bewitched by a bitch. She convinced Stacey that they both had to fight for their true love and not let their men be fooled by these gold-digging bitches. The fool as always thought it was her plan and announced boldly that she was coming back. They gave a combined interview pretending to be the wronged wife and fiancée. Everything should have gone perfectly; except they misjudged the two women. Amber was right on one aspect; they weren’t easy to dea

she is stuck with me for life. ****** ****** The sun shone brightly in city B.Ivy opened her eyes and yawned,she got up from the bed and stretched herself.she checked the time and it was 9 am.she covered her mouth with her palms before running into the bathroom to freshen up. After taking her bathe and brushing her teeth,she changed into a brown pants and white long sleeve shirt before putting on a brown flat shoe.she tied her hair into a bun and carried her bag before leaving her room.