The House Of Impossible Beauties の小説・ストーリー

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

she moved up and let go of his hand. Peter frowned but then moved to the back with the other investors as they were greeting Marion. "First of all, I would like to apologize for the delay in time, it was truly not my intention, however..." Thea smiled, "I bet that you will leave this room with a big surprise on their faces." The three investors looked interested, they knew about the genius of Imperio School, but they didn't think she will be such a beauty. Even more, they had seen a bit of the product and they knew that the real deal will be more fascinating.

he beseech "Hummm. I know, is it not you? asking all the time i should change the house help whenever they did a little thing or mistakes. Toh let me tell you am not changing any of them this time. You can get your own apartment. Am tired of changing the maids all the time. Haba Mana dan Allah" mummy said walking out of him to the dinning table. She's fed up with Ibrahim's hot temper. Ibrahim was about to walk out before mummy stopped him "Where are you going? Aren't you eating your breakfast?" Mummy asked

HOUSE OF SIGHS PROLOGUE: It Begins “There is only one Evil: Disunity.” —Pierre Teilhard de Chardin” ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR Suzie Marten was ten years old when she died. She lived to dance. Spinning herself sick in search of rhythm, pirouetting until her toes hurt in the ballet shoes her father bought. They were a perfect fit—and let’s not forget the pink ribbon laces. She scuffed and broke the soles of those shoes with a knife spirited from the kitchen drawer, just don’t tell Mum. Yes, Suzie adored them with the pure love only children can muster, or sustain, for inanimate things. And she was wearing them the day she came unsewn.

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.

Hot pants were naturally very short, and for comfort while sleeping, I hadn't even fastened the waistband. In fact, they could practically be slipped off with just a gentle tug. "I didn't expect it to feel so real. This new batch of dolls really is something else," Mr. Palmer said excitedly. He seemed to be leaning right over me from behind, and I could distinctly feel the warmth of his breath as he exhaled and spoke. My heart raced with a mix of panic and anger, yet I didn't dare move a muscle. I was terrified of the embarrassment that would follow if I were discovered.

Not even in my wildest, most fevered imagination could I have pictured my mother ending up with something this monumental. The house wasn't just a home; it was a glass-and-steel fortress that seemed to pierce the winter sky. The architecture was a masterpiece of modern opulence—soaring glass walls that reflected the snowy landscape, framed by accents of brushed gold that caught the pale sunlight. It looked less like a residence and more like a high-end museum or a royal palace. Looking at the sheer scale of it, I could finally see why the "whore" rumors followed me like a shadow through the school hallways. How else would a woman like her own something this vast?

My beautiful, beautiful girl. Isla had been sent from the heavens. Perfect in every way. Perhaps they had called her back… needed her for better things… that is what I keep telling myself. That she was not able to stay long upon our earth because the heavens needed their angel back… yet she had touched my heart and my soul… and now I was forever broken, now that she was gone. And try as I may, I could not find a way to move on. It felt like a losing battle at times. When at work I was fine. It was the times I was alone… at night when my thoughts had time to wander, the mist grew out of control and the darkness became more powerful.

Lianna: The High Priestess’s house was the last place I expected to find beauty. Yet here I was, standing in a courtyard blooming with midnight roses, their velvet petals releasing a sweet, intoxicating fragrance that made me pause before stepping further in. I had imagined something else entirely—an ancient, sagging shack, maybe, with a cauldron bubbling over and cats hissing from dark corners. But this? This was elegance. Clean-cut hedges, polished obsidian stone underfoot, and lanterns swinging gently in the breeze like they carried secrets inside their glass.