The Beauty Brains Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, and remembering the words Camilla taught me earlier today, I chanted them under my breath. “Mother Selene, I call upon you for the gift of magic. Allow me to wield my powers in Your name.” Around me, a series of gasps erupted, and when I opened my eyes, I saw everyone staring at me in awe. They didn’t seem afraid at all, and through the Alpha’s eyes, I saw myself. I saw how spectacular I looked with the bronze of my face shining brighter than ever with the brilliant white of my hair having reached my waist. My lips were perfectly red, as if I’d applied lipstick on them, and the reflection of my eyes was as white as my fingernails.

His beauty is caged and in pain. ****** ******

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."

Gaby said. “You know what, Gaby, there was this film that my grandma always watched. She told us why she loved watching this. The story refers to two women who have had accidents. One was gorgeous and the other not much, but you can’t tell who because of their ruined face. So, that not-so-beautiful woman had the brains of the beautiful woman who died in the accident. The beauty had a husband and has memories of flashbacks.”

It was intention. Natural ingredients from women-owned farms. Packaging that melted into soil. High-end, ethical, and powerful. They welcomed me with bows and bright smiles, the kind that made my throat tighten. I had never received respect like that before. Ayla, the creative director, showed me their latest campaign: “Beauty that doesn’t apologize.” I didn’t say anything at first. Because I felt it. It made me think of all the times I’d stood in front of a mirror, trying to shrink myself.

Miranda’s beauty was understated. She wasn’t aggressive or ambitious. She carried herself with softness and grace, like a flower in bloom, yet beneath that gentleness was a sharp, undeniable strength that drew men in without trying. Ever since meeting her, Mike hadn't been able to take his eyes off her. Unless she married someone else, he intended to pursue her to the very end. During the drive, she explained the basic principles of brain-computer interfaces to him. The atmosphere was pleasant, and for Mike, every moment spent with her made his heart beat a little faster.

It would be a close call. I looked at the mirrors and turned to praising her, for being so sexy and beautiful while making a baby. She was not the gay Madison Avenue vision of skinny beauty - too skinny to make babies - that image they had sold to Americans in commercials for beer and sports and movies and sexy cars, etc. Instead a real, all-around picture of beauty and health and fitness, a classical, timeless beauty, a Mediterranean beauty that is real, full figured with hips to bring children, an image the whole world admires. Then I wove the two thoughts together.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think twice about accepting Brian's date; you're the only stupid girl who can resist the charms of the campus belle! Seriously, I can't get over it. What's your problem? What kind of man do you want?" Emily was still grumbling while fixing her makeup, which was honestly still very perfect.

I prefer to keep it that way. She’s strikingly beautiful, with chestnut hair that falls around her shoulders in waves. Her doe-eyes are brown and warm, and the angles of her face are sharp, just like her intellect. A hollowness fills the center of my chest just looking at her and imagining what might’ve been if I hadn’t been handed my fate all those years ago.

I nodded, "Yeah, the SEC finished filing a prospectus that I put together for a company called B.R.L. Beauty." "Isn't that a makeup company?" Kai asked. I nodded, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure. They just started 6 months ago." "Oh, cool. Good jobbb." Kai gave me a thumbs up. I laughed, "Thanks dude. Did you get anything done?" I asked.