The Beauty Brains Novels & Stories

I watch as she removes her makeup and I wonder why this is important. I am distracted by her motions as she gradually reveals her natural beauty, and I am enraptured by her. Then she turns around and tucks her fringe to the side revealing her entire face to me. She is absolutely beautiful, her pale skin is blemish free, despite her heavy use of foundation, and she has signs of sleep deprivation around her eyes. At first that is all I can see which is concerning to me, but then the light catches something and I realise the truth.

Kendrick lightly touched Sig's back with a finger, almost knocking him over, "Well now you won't be in trouble with her, will you?" "I-I guess so." Sig held his shoulder and then gave Kendrick a puzzled look about how he'd complimented his wife, "You-you think she's beautiful?" "Of course. Don't you?" "Well, yes, of course! But...you're..." "Beauty is something we giants appreciate in its many forms." Kendrick admitted. "But...perhaps I'm getting soft in my years." Sig shook his head, "I...I never would've guessed that coming from...well...you."

Alex surfaced from the water at Boulder Coast beach and walked back towards the shore, running both hands over her wet hair and then shook her arms to removed excess water on her skin. She saw Damon stood up from their spot and grabbed her towel. With her height and physical form, Alex is aware of people looking at her. With the sunset behind her, the image she projected to the onlookers are jaw dropping. During her younger years, several talent and modelling scouts had approached her, inviting her to audition but she paid no heed and declined them politely. But that didn’t stop them from trying to convinced her.

Certainly, there was a beauty in the variety which was displayed. The beauty pageant was a display pretty faces; skins that glittered, hot legs and sharp brains. It was a test of beauty, brains and talents. Each pretty figure was asked intelligent questions and was asked to flaunt one talent they had. They made three appearances each. First, in the white physical exercise shorts and a white short sleeved T-shirt. Their second appearance was in their traditional outfits and the third was in their dinner gowns.

Before she had plastic surgery, she had an unpleasant nickname: "Monster Baek." But everything has changed, she has become a very beautiful girl. With her new face and the compliments she received, she felt very superior. However, she never admitted that she had had plastic surgery. That's how she changed. She always thinks that she has to be "the queen bee." She has to be the prettiest girl whenever she is, and she likes to make other girls feel insecure about themselves. She really likes to see other people cry because they can't be as beautiful or good as she is. In fact, all the photos she uploads on social media always show false and ridiculous Aegyo. However, when someone comments that

Chance leaned back on his knees, his eyebrow creased with an intensity born of desire, his gaze trailing hot across her skin. “Melo… Baby, don’t… You’re so beautiful…”

Sharon's brain transplant surgery had already been completed. Originally, even Second Pops hadn't been confident about such an unprecedented, extremely high-risk operation. But to get back at the Stantons for me, he'd forced his way through the technical difficulties and swapped Sharon's brain out for the "idiot's brain" she'd prepared ahead of time. I stared at her curiously. Now that she had an idiot's brain in her, would she really become an idiot? The Sharon I saw now had drooping eyes and a slack mouth. Drool leaked out whenever she moved even a little. She sure looked like a fool, but when my gaze swept over her, she still glared back at me with a mix of humiliation and rage.

he asked. "Because it’s a flaw," I whispered, keeping my eyes on the dark ink of his tattoos, "It makes me less than everyone else. It means I have to work twice as hard just to look half as good as a normal person." "That’s where you’re wrong," he said. He leaned in, making me look at him. "Do you think guys like Steve Jobs had 'perfect' brains? Or Einstein, Leonardo da Vinci, Picasso... they didn't. Their heads didn't work like the rest of the world’s, and that’s exactly why they were the ones who changed it."

"How did your sexy brain come up with it?" She scrunched up her nose, and I barely was able to contain my laughter at her reaction. She looked so cute. "How can a brain be sexy? It doesn't make sense. I mean a brain can't exactly twerk or seduce a person. The body does the act transmitted by the brain. So if anything is sexy, it has got to be the body, right?" She finished, feeding me more.