The Beauty Brains Novels & Stories

But the moment she saw him, it was like she couldn't breathe. He was so handsome. His long blonde hair looked like spun gold, and his eyes were a brilliant blue that shined even more against his skin. The other noble ladies had always whispered about how beautiful Dante Giovanni's sons were, but seeing him in person was different. Even in his sad and broken state, he was the most beautiful person she had ever seen.

However, that is sometimes a blessing for him because his opponents who don't know him well underestimate Max because of his handsome face. Max Levine has a pair of beautiful blue eyes framed by thick, curly eyelashes with a pair of thick, angled eyebrows. His facial bones are high with a strong, straight jaw. His nose is sharp and has been cracked repeatedly by his opponent's punches. His lips are reddish, not too thick, but can soar the high level of imagination of the opposite sex. The man's skin is thickly hairy, slightly brownish, burnt by the sun because he likes outdoor activities. His hair is cut short with a stylish undercut motif adding to Max Levine's handsomeness.

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"

I raised a brow, putting one and one together. Beauty. Money. In private. Clients. Prostitution? Prostitution. “Are you talking about….. sex?” The left corner of her lips curled into a smirk as she raised her hands, clapping like a Disney princess. “Beauty plus brains.” “I thought this was about art.” I froze. “I thought…” My voice cracked before the sentence could find its strength. “I thought this was about art.” Rihanna tilted her head, studying me like I was some naive little girl who still believed there were monsters under her bed.

"She's not wrong, though. I'm not exactly what people expect to see with you." "Don't talk like that, she's wrong. For the people that's their problem, not ours," Bruno said simply. "I'm not with you for anyone else's approval." He said tightly with a frown. Beauty nodded but didn't say anything. She tried not to cry anymore; she had expected this and had to deal with the trolling from around the globe. Breaking down won't help, she need to accept the fact that she is beautiful and enough. She doesn't need self conscious or insecurities now. She need to be that bold Beauty who kissed him in-front of everyone.

It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support. With each stroke of the brush and every delicate dab of color, Bea’s expertise elevated my natural features, highlighting my best attributes. She celebrated my uniqueness and made me realize that beauty lies not in conformity but in embracing our individuality. Together, we reveled in the power of self-expression, allowing our inner beauty to shine through.

He teases. “Well, it is certainly more intellectually pleasing than any of you would be.” I smirked at him as I walked away from my brother who was standing looking confused. I am sure he had no clue what I meant. The scary thing is he will be the next, pack Beta. Heaven help our pack. Between him and Miles they only had one brain cell between them, and that was one that they shared, I am sure of it! And even then, I think it was rechargeable and started losing power and knowledge at a rapid rate! They only graduated high school because they paid people to do their work for them.

She almost smiled at how good the rich treatment was. She knew rich people enjoy some privilege but not up to the extent of getting their scalp massaged while getting their hair styled or getting their eyebrows carved. No wonder they always looked insanely great. All these beauty products for one body? If that person comes out ugly then that person can't be beautiful again for life.

Zia said as she leaned back on her chair, swinging lazily. Asriel's gaze went back to her, meeting her eye in the process, making his heart skip a bit. Zia had never stirred in him feelings before, and he had even forgotten how it felt to make love to her, but right now he felt as though he couldn't wait to have a taste of her. She was just so beautiful, confident and the sophisticated, the one he couldn't bare to let off his mind. " Pardon me Zia, but I must say, the view here is quite exceptional, and added to your beauty, I couldn't help but get lost in here," Asriel said, hoping to get a reaction from her.