Stuck Beauty A Misadventure Novels & Stories

First it was my father coming to tell me about a marriage I knew nothing about, something I had not even sat down to think about and then I am meeting a tall beautiful jerk who thinks he knew it all and he knew me. I knew I shouldn’t have flared up like that but I was too flustered, and when I’m flustered, I retreat, I never back down from a fight and I always had the last word. It is why no matter how accurate Mr bar owner was, I couldn’t let him have the last word. That was my thing and my thing only. No matter how beautiful he looked and how flushed he made me. ——- I woke up with a banging headache as expected but it didn’t stop from annoying me.

THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST The metro city blazed under the warmth of the sun which rose over the blue sky. Adriana woke up from the deep slumber, palpated her chest while inhaling the air. She Got up early and prepared herself a cup of coffee which reminded her of her job at the Knight's penthouse. She felt exhausted after being ignored by Alaric after her last encounter. The mixed feeling she had for him was now the reason why they weren't talking to each other. Her scars were deep and it took a lot to recover and she did not want to get hurt again. Not only that she didn't want love , but her world was far different from what Alaric was living in.

Slowly the couple drifted into their dreamland hugging each other, Advika was all over Siddharth’s body looking some little maiden over a beast, The Beauty’s beast. ****** ******

Or was it her imagination playing with her reality? She was jolted back to reality when she heard the sound of the stiletto and it stopped when she saw the lady standing before her giving her a questioning look that said 'why are you staring at my boss like that?' and it was as if Adele got the message and she immediately asked the lady who was the god of manly beauty that she saw just now? She could never believe that that man was Mr Drew, that was impossible, Mr Drew was an ugly man and with the rumours, he could not be anywhere close to this Adonis, and she wanted to know if there was another Mr Drew but it was as if the lady was not interested in giving her the information she needed, th

“Is anyone here?" For a moment, there’s only silence. Then a small shuffling sound comes from behind a towering stack of canned soups. An elderly woman emerges, moving with care as if her joints ache with every step. Her silver hair is pulled back in a loose bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face. Bright eyes peer at me from beneath heavy brows, curiosity and caution warring within their depths. “Excuse me, ma’am. I’m wondering if you can help me." Reaching into my back pocket, I retrieve my phone and pull up a photo of Hunter I found in an online article.

Consequently, she visited a beauty salon and encountered a younger, more handsome man to fulfil her desires. Not only that, he had also negotiated for a reduced f*e from Stella, prompting her desire to part ways with the two older men. However, the older men shocked her by demanding an exorbitant f*e of 1.5 million dollars each for their dismissal. This revelation made her realise that these poor losers were not only financially poor but also tainted by greed on the inside. Stella now feared that her friend might follow a similar path.

Chris POV "Do you want eggs" "Yes, half-cooked" This morning Adelle and I had breakfast together. This week, she served me in the morning, but in the evening she was on guard. While waiting for the eggs to boil, I opened the text message from my person. I didn't think that Oscar's words were a joke. My person, whom I ordered to kidnap Beatrice, told me that the mission had failed. The flower shop is managed by two women. They don't say where Beatrice went.

Paired with my nude pointed heels and a small clutch, I looked like someone who hadn’t spent the last eight hours getting emotionally dismantled by her boss. I gave myself a once-over and then started on my makeup. Of course, that’s when chaos chose to strike. In my haste, my mascara slipped from my hand and clattered dramatically onto the tiled floor, rolling near the sink just as another woman stepped out of the stall. “Oh no,” I muttered, bending down— “I got it,” she said before I could. She handed me the tube, her smile warm but curious. She had this effortless grace—her coat cinched at the waist, glossy waves framing her face, and minimal makeup that somehow made her glow.

She pushes out of the bathroom, body colliding with a man. Adrian catches her in his arms, his hands instinctively resting on her waist. He looks down at her, his expression moving from confusion to one of relief and happiness. He can’t help but think that this is Stella’s own, and quite weird, way of reconciliation. She melts into his arms, slurring his name before her body’s weight fully gives in to his. If this isn’t her being desperate to reconcile, then why else would she be at the Belova Hotel? Adrian isn’t too keen on her being drunk and incoherent in his arms due to her body working at half power due to the excessive surgeries she underwent.

I drew it harder but it stuck. What kind of seat belt is this?! "You can't get yourself out of it," he said, making me look at him. He is looking at me. "What?" "You can't get yourself out, little girl. It is stuck," he said, and I could see amusement in his evil eyes. "Get it off me right now!" I ordered. "I won't," I scoffed. "Adrian..." "It is stuck. The same way you are stuck with me," he said, giving me a tingle in between my legs.