True Beauty Main Character Novels & Stories

And this time, Kendall wasn’t going to let Jack stand between them. She found her at the place she least expected a café in the heart of downtown, sunlight spilling through the wide windows. Beauty was alone, sipping an espresso like she owned the room. The moment she saw Kendall, a slow smile curved across her lips. “Well,” Beauty said smoothly, setting down her cup. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Kendall took the seat across from her. “Cut the games. What do you want?” Beauty’s smile didn’t falter. “Want? Darling, I’m not here for things. I’m here for the truth. The kind Jack isn’t man enough to tell you.”

"I admire your looks so much if not for your character you would be a perfect husband. Good looks, great body, a great taste of fashion. So l have decided that before l die l should at least die a happy girl. Can l kiss you." I expected him to get surprised or flustered but no he stared at me through it all. Maybe in his mind he was mocking he or he was getting impatient so that he got rid of me faster. He paced to where l was standing ad looked me in the eyes as he looked down on my lips. I could not help as l gulp down anticipating the feeling of his pink lips on mine. Imagining how soft could they be. For he is truly so handsome. I have travelled so much but l never saw any man like this.

I say, my voice hoarse and rusty after the hours of work. ‘The honor is mine, Prince of Fire and Flame. Thank you for freeing me, and reconnecting me with my human. I am Maquita, daughter of Queen Moreena.’ “I recognize the aura, your Highness. I had the pleasure of meeting your grandmother and great grandmother once upon a time. Tell me, is this woman your mother, or?” ‘She is, but the man was not my father, he is an imposter. He killed my father when I was a cub, cursed me and my mother, and made her believe he was her mate. I know the truth, and now my human does as well.’

My father looks at Lucas and he finally asks, “How sure are you that she’s your true mate?” “My parents were true mates,” He replies, tightly. “I know more about them than you think. A normal mating bond only takes place once you mark your mate. True mates don’t need that. Their bond snaps into place once they both accept the others presence or they allow the other in, which is what happened in our case.” My father lets out a sigh of relief, “Well, your bond will allow Sarah to survive.”

She had gone in knowing that, which was why she had arrived eleven minutes early and why she had left the notepad he'd provided untouched and why she had written only what was exactly true and nothing that could be worked with strategically. The truth was not strategic. That was its particular power. You could not negotiate with a true thing. You could only accept it or refuse it, and the cost of refusal was paid in the person's own interior rather than in any external arena. What she had left on the table was not an ultimatum. It was the truth about what was required. And truth, once spoken clearly into a person's awareness, did not simply leave when they walked away from it. It stayed. She

Hey everyone!! I am author buttercup. And am here today with my first novel. I hope you guys will like this story. So the story is about a poor girl. Who always think to be treated like a princess.. but in her family she was just treated like a slave.... Her brother who was a small business man he tricked his sister to climbe into the bed of a business tycoon and this was all just for a big business deal... What will happen now? When she know that her own brother had trick her like this? What will happen when the man and woman face-off eachother?

It broke my heart watching their house burn from afar while mama caressed my back telling me how really good I was and how proud she was for me. I can love, but I can never be faithful to someone else. I was so used to following our mother's instructions, and playing different roles that I had forgotten what Allison likes, dislikes, and who she truly is. All I can do is to be those six characters I've been until I forgot how to simply be who I am. Now I'm really drained, and I feel like telling the truth is a crime since it's much more difficult and frightening than lying. "I'm just tired." I answered Amalia. I could feel their gaze on me, and all I could do was turn away.

“Thank you for having me. I... I wasn’t sure I wanted to speak up. But after everything that’s come out… I feel like I owe people the truth.” The truth? My jaw clenched. “She told me her name was Sylvia. Just Sylvia. I had no idea she was married,” he said, looking straight at the camera like a sad little puppy. “We met by chance, and she seemed sweet, vulnerable. Said she was trying to rebuild her life after escaping a toxic marriage. I believed her.”

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.

Dear Elizabeth, This name may shake you but it's you . Your real name is Elizabeth Katie Warner . We have avoided the truth many times and as much as we avoid it, it just comes to us. You are not a normal child. You are gifted and are the one who cannot see them or either she cannot be touched by them. But when you are prepared time will come and get you like it did to us. You may go to Clare and her mother will tell you. For now, I can say no more. And sweets, we are not on vacation. We are gone. Go find Clare for she will tell you the truth.