True Beauty Book Novels & Stories

She’d read two of Corin’s ghostwritten books, both political memoirs, and she’d made her assessment. “You’re good at making people sound like themselves,” she said. “That’s the job,” Corin said. “You’re also good at making them sound better than they are,” she said. “I want the opposite.” Corin looked at her. “Tell me what you mean,” Corin said. “I’ve been managing my image for thirty years,” she said. “I’m tired of it. I want a book that’s actually true.” “True means different things to different people,” Corin said.

I wasn't sure how to feel either, seeing the expression on Jeremy's face. Then, I saw Jeremy go through the house in a frenzy, trying to find the things I owned, before he sat there in the resulting mess, hugging my clothes close to his body as he mumbled, "Elodie, you've always been understanding, right…? P-Please, won't you forgive me again? Please come back… Please let me make it right…" Suddenly, something seemed to attract his attention, and he scrambled towards the bookshelf on his knees, reaching for a beautifully decorated book.

Remember, what you reject today will become someone else treasure tomorrow, and by the time you realize that it will be too late for you. All humans are beautiful. Don't let social media and perception fool you into looking for perfection. Again, it's okay to have a preference. - This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. - The beginning... MEREDITH:

He stood up and took five steps to meet me where I stood—frozen still. His gaze moved slowly over my body as he studied me. My fingers trembled at my sides, but I tried hard to hold it in. I couldn’t help but stare at his green eyes. They were mesmerizing. I understood why men wished to be him. He wasn’t just handsome! He was—gorgeous. Even I wished I had such shoulder length white hair. Finally, he spoke, interrupting my thoughts as he grabbed my attention. “She’ll do!” For a minute, I couldn’t understand. My parents’ faces lit up like what he said was worth rejoicing over.

“Then… how can I know what’s real? How do I know you’re telling me the truth now?” Her hands trembled—not with weakness, but with controlled fury. “Because sometimes the truth isn’t clean. Sometimes it’s ugly, and it hurts, and it makes people doubt the ones they love the most. Maybe… maybe you’re ready for the ugly truth, maybe you’re not. But stop pretending everything is black and white!”

I keep a straight face, even though I want answers, even though I'm hurt, I act like I don't, I act like I'm unbothered. And sadly, this is life. It should be a bed of roses right?, but it isn't. Life can be sad, it can be beautiful. The people in our lives get to choose how they make you feel about life. they either make life beautiful or ugly to you. Less than 48 hours ago, Bryan made my life beautiful, now, he has me wondering how life could even be so sad.

Cassandra #1 and The Real Cassandra stared each other down, an unspoken battle happening between them. Then, finally, The Real Cassandra smirked, “Fine. I will tell you the truth.” She stepped closer, “It's actually a long story but basically, it all started with a member of the clan; our mother and her two younger brothers. My mother was a beauty from the clan and yeah, in case you were thinking about it, my mother married her older cousin.” I scrunched up my nose in disgust, “So, that's crazy as hell.”

I pouted childishly and she stopped what she was doing, using a napkin to quickly wipe her hands and turned to face me. "If the truth was sweet dear, every human will be very honest and there'll be no lies in this world but since the case is opposite, you need to know how to differentiate between someone trying to hurt you or someone trying to tell you the truth. You said it yourself that you've met this cute guy thrice. Not once o abi twice but three good times and yet, you're still waiting for God to come down from heaven and personally announce to you that the right man has arrived. Well, you're jonzing and if you keep jonzing, another ready person will grab their copy. Simple!" she told

I take one last look at myself until I strike a pose and say,"Perfect," I hear mom from downstairs telling me to hurry up, so I grab my book bag and put on my glasses and was about to leave my room until I remember my most important thing. I go to my book-shelf and pull out a book that reads, Gone Girl by Giliian Flynn on the front cover. I've always loved mysteries; I can't remember one day where I wasn't watching Criminal Minds or Goosebumps in my room.

Well, this is my first book so improving it to where you want is my priority right now. Gladly most of, if you'll subscribe and vote for it. Love lots!!! ---Artz Sonata--- 😘 🥰 😉 "FICTION REVEALS TRUTH THAT REALITY OBSCURES." - Ralph Waldo Emerson