Novel & Cerita The Beauty's Blade

She feels sad Ben can’t see how beautiful and charming she is . She is attracted to Ben already .Not the ‘love at first sight kind of thing ‘.She is attracted to his looks .Who wouldn’t .Just staring at Ben would make any normal girl drool .Is it his perfect structure ,His pointed nose,His set of white teeth ,his tiny lips ...Who wouldn’t drool and pray to get noticed by him but unfortunately he is blind and that is really hurting Lily . She just hope he regains his sight and see her ,The beautiful queen

I asked doubtfully. "You're quite beautiful; I'm sure that's a possibility," Jaden said without hesitation. So ... I have to be the seductive woman who has to ensnare the Italian mafia boss?

She asked excitedly and they all nodded, and clapped their hands excitedly. No…they couldn't…do that to me, right? But one of them produced scissors and clippers from nowhere. “No! Please! I'll do anything…please don't shave my hair.” I screamed as one other girl I hadn't noticed before approached me. Meredith raised a hand to stop the girl, and she smiled at me. “Anything?” She asked. I nodded vigorously. I didn't care how pathetic I looked right now. I would beg…I would do anything…if she shaved off my hair, my parents would be devastated. They wouldn't let me come back either.

Forgetting about the situation that was happening currently I was snapped back to reality when I see him lunge at the grey wolf that was chasing me, they snarl and tear into one another; his claws tear into the side of the grey wolf who lets out a howl from the injury that was just inflicted onto his torso. Whimpers are to be heard as the grey wolf backs away from the black wolf and stares at me as he growls and snaps his jaw, within a second the grey wolfs retreat back to the forsaken territory as they take off running in retreat from the attack that was inflicted onto them, sighing in relief my arms collapse under me as I stare up at the sky laughing in relief of being able to live another

"You are not sorry! Hell you were never sorry for what you did, Bastard, but don't worry, I will make sure that you are really sorry for even breathing the same air as me. I will give the most painful death possible, so count your days from now on." I said while digging the knife painfully before removing it completely. The pain was so much for that bastard that his eyes turned red from freaking crying. The massive bleeding made his eye's vision turn blurry due to the impact and he passed out. Me stabbing my favorite shuriken and knife wasn't the only torture he got. Luca made sure to beat the shit out of him before I came because that was the only authority I gave him as this prey was mine

In a space where everything still felt so new and unfamiliar, having someone like Pauline made it feel a little more like home. Pauline was a beautiful girl in her own right—her warm morena complexion gave her a natural glow, and her nose had a graceful curve that added charm to her soft features. Thick, curled lashes framed her round, expressive eyes, making her gaze feel both gentle and sincere. Standing beside Celeste, she was just about the same height, though a little fuller in figure. But Celeste didn’t see it as a flaw—in fact, she believed it was the kind of thing that could be changed easily, if Pauline ever wanted to. To her, Pauline’s beauty wasn’t just in her appearance; it was i

Feet scrambled, the crowd scattering to obey. Her lashes fluttered faintly, but her eyes didn’t open. The sight of her like this—fragile, defenceless—made my throat tighten. This wasn’t Elena Hart. She was fire, sharp edges, defiance incarnate. And yet right now she looked breakable. Too damn breakable. Someone shoved a glass of water into my hand, sloshing a little over the rim in their rush. I didn’t hesitate. Cupping her chin, I let a stream of the cold water splash across her face.

She had a wrapping around her eyes, and her stomach was slightly larger than the last time I had seen her. “Gross,” Juliana said under her breath as Sable leaned into him, and I shook my head as he moved his hand up and into her hair. Cain suddenly twisted it, pulling her head back as he unsheathed a curved silver blade from his hip and lifted it to her throat. Her cry of terror was audible through the thin wall of the house, and I panicked, standing. I had seen the blade before in some of my father’s books. It was a Binding Blade.

I asked because nothing here is free. “You burned it,” the Beast said. “What you feared most.” It stepped forward, antlers shadowing me like a crown I hadn’t earned. One eye near its jaw opened and looked into my mouth, as if to count the names I refused to say. “One caution,” it added. “The name on the blade is not a leash for her. It is a leash for you.” “I know.” “You do not,” it said, not unkind. “You will.” The seam sealed with a soft hiss. The heat drained from my bones, leaving me lightheaded. I slid the bone blade into the empty scabbard at my hip; the sheath shrank around it like leather remembering an old friend.

Diana was entranced. This woman, this statuesque creature was frighteningly beautiful. And deathly still, with her eyes closed. She looked like she came out of a fairytale. A literal deity. She had dark green hair that framed her face in large, unruly waves. A headdress decorated with sharp silvery spikes and fluorescent moonstones, porcelain skin, and a heart-shaped face. There were weird symbols drawn on her forehead, her chin, and her small, pouty lips, all painted with the same color. Black. And she shone under the moonlight, like a precious gem. Her headdress, her luscious hair. Even her skin appeared translucent, with a sheen that reflected the cold light like marble.