True Beauty Novels & Stories

"You can't go out into the world and ask the world: am I beautiful? You have to tell the world you're beautiful. You can't wait for anybody else's opinion. The mirror reflects, it doesn't define. You define. The icing on the cake doesn't change the inside. It just changes the outer surface but the outer surface isn't important. The inside is what's most important. Who you are on the inside. What you are on the inside. Your talent, your potential, how special you are." She looked up at him, surprised. "Turn to the next page." He told her and she compiled. "The beauty of a woman is not by the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman i

Human nature was such that if one directly pointed out a flaw, people would defend the system and claim that they were already trying their best. On the other hand, if one praised something too much, even the smallest mistake would attract self-proclaimed experts who felt the need to point it out. Humans were often caught up in trends, pretending to be more aware than others. … One day before going to the health inspection committee, I'd already anonymously uploaded Jack's diary online. Three days later, I arranged for marketing accounts to promote the "most beautiful love story". Just like that, I mixed in a tale of tragic orthopedic romance among the well-known stories that internet users

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.”

“Someone who can see the amazing person who you truly are. I know we just met, but trust me, your true self shines through. Right now, everything seems to be falling apart, but you have to have faith that the Goddess has a plan for everything.” “Thank you.” I say, sniffling. It’s getting harder for me to be able to keep all my emotions in check.

I reminded him, "You told me this on my first day at the law firm: An attorney works for justice. We keep the law and order in society. Everyone is equal before the law. I always abide by these principles, but you don't seem to remember them anymore." No matter who Marie's victim was, Marie needed to pay for her mistake! Clifford opened his mouth, but no words came out. I moved out on the same day. He wasn't about to give up. Every morning, after arriving at the law firm, he bought me breakfast, flowers, and all sorts of luxury items, thinking he could make it up to me. I sold off the luxury gifts and donated the money to charity. After work, Clifford stopped me. He looked exasperated. "Holl

Hard pass. After confirming, I rummaged through my clothes for something halfway decent. Even if it was a cleaning job, I needed to look presentable unless I wanted my belongings decorating the sidewalk. I settled on a baby-blue shirt, navy pencil skirt, and flats. Then texted my best friend Meghan before she found 300 ways to punish me for not updating her. If only she used that same energy on leaving her abusive boyfriend. Shame. Bored, I googled Lockewood Heights. One click on Images and—holy cow. The place was stunning. And the CEO? Damien Lockewood looked like he fell straight from hell.

“But then, you’ve always had a penchant for the complicated, haven't you?” “I wouldn't say that,” I lied, my voice steady despite the hammering in my chest. “I just prefer the truth, no matter how complicated it is.” “The truth,” she repeated, the word sounding strange on her tongue. She smiled again, a beautiful, perfect smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. “Yes. The truth is a very precious thing, Molly. One must be careful how one handles it. It can be as fragile as glass, or as sharp as a blade.”

"How naive, I bleed as you all do when I hurt. I am as mortal as yourself and those around us. I have simply acquired fame for my beauty which will eventually fade. I wish to capture my true essence as much as I truly can until the day that I shall not step forward and have any more portraits of me because of my scarred old face." "You are more than your face, m'lady, you are more than your looks. It is your spirit that is surrounding you that has given you fame. There are plenty of beautiful women on this flat earth, but none have your spirit. It is the way that you walk, the way that you speak, the way you carry yourself and the way your voice sounds like instruments being strung from afar

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."

"As you all know....I was awarded with the award of the most beautiful model in the industry. But today...here I will like to tell you the truth which I have been hiding from you since the day I joined this industry." There is silence as people look at her in surprise. Not able to understand what she meant. To only have her take a long sigh before continuing. "I am flawed. In more ways that what meets the eyes. But today I want to unveil all of it." "Today I want to feel beautiful the way I am." "My true self." The press goes crazy not expecting such an announcement, to only have the bouncers interfere and stop them from moving forward. "Confused? Well I guess this will clear everything."