True Beauty Comic Novels & Stories

"Tyler, Truth, or Dare?" "Dare," Tyler answered. "I dare you to take off your shirt," Hailee commanded. Tyler chuckles and takes off his shirt to reveal his toned fit body. His abs were chiseled to perfection, my cheeks turned red, and I immediately looked away. I felt embarrassed, why would Hailee ask that, couldn't she have asked him to do something a little more G like sing karaoke? "My turn," Tyler grins and looks at Derek. "Derek, truth, or dare?"

"And also, with the help of our new CEO, Bruno Hathaway-a very handsome and sweet CEO." "OOoooh handsome and sweet" Helen said dramatically. The audience cheered even more loudly, and those who shipped the couple whistled, interrupting her. "With his help, we were able to launch the fashion unboxing of our new clothing line, True Beauty. This line includes all body types and shapes. True beauty is in every body type," Beauty concluded. "That's so unique, you know. It's nothing like the old F&F, and I am all for it," Helen replied.

She didn’t hesitate as she tugged the jeans over her hips, peeling off the dressing just below her peachy ass framed perfectly by a forest green thong. “Nice.” I licked at my lips as I leant down to stare at the cursive script there. Forever. “The tat or my ass?” Behind me, Gent laughed. Smirking, I pulled myself up to my own height. “Both,” I added truthfully. I wasn’t about to lie. I didn’t lie. That’s why they called me Truth. Because I always told it. It was a fucking curse. I expected her to be offended. This gorgeous creature with her bright purple-pink hair and perfect butt.

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

" After listening to my words, Andre finally understood the reason behind my unusual behavior. It was because I knew the truth. I knew all of it. Andre stopped struggling. His eyes became vacant, and his body went limp as my guards dragged him away. I dusted my dress and turned around, ready to welcome my new life—one that was filled with happiness.

Her shoulders trembled as she covered her face with her hands, muffling her quiet sobs. Zach had been paying her three thousand dollars a month—more than her husband ever earned. But who would willingly trade decades of freedom for a little extra money unless they had no other choice? "I can give you more," I said. "More than what he's offering. All I ask is that you persuade your husband to tell the truth—for his own sake and for my mother's justice. Your husband didn't do it in the first place. The real culprit is still out there, living freely."

"All right, Rudra, I'll try. I'll make an effort to comprehend, even if it contradicts what I've been taught." Rudra gave a kind grin. "Abhi, that is all I want for. When someone searches for it sincerely, the truth tends to find them." The atmosphere in the room appeared packed with possibilities as Abhi and Rudra carried on their talk; science and mysticism danced on the border of comprehension, urging Abhi to go beyond his scientific convictions.

Once we got home, Zachary barely had time to tell me to get some rest before making up an excuse about work and heading out. If this had been before, I would've been touched—thinking he was so busy yet still took the time to bring me home, so considerate and caring. But now, that kind of superficial concern felt unbearably fake. Before I could dwell too long in my sorrow, Mom called. "Honey, Thomas has agreed to the marriage. I always thought he was a good match, and look—he said yes right away.

Then a young handsome guy of not more than 24 years and an exact look alike of Adon, walked in with a lady beside him. “Niklause”? Adon called the guy in shock and somewhat excitement. “What on earth are you doing in Vegas”?. “In other words I should leave right”? “No kiddo, come here”. The guy whose name was Niklause walked over to Adon and they both hugged each other tightly. “Is this your girlfriend”? “Yes she’s his girlfriend”. Mrs. Grace replied happily. Shirley scoffed lowly. As if he heard something, Adon turned in her direction.” What was that”?