True Beauty Novels & Stories

“Was that worth ten thousand dollars?” His gaze sharpened. “You’re cautious now. You weren’t on stage.” “I was performing on stage.” “Are you not performing now?” She paused. “Not for you.” That made him smirk—genuine and amused. “Good. I don’t like lies dressed in lipstick. I like truth… even when it cuts.” She remained by the door, not crossing the threshold of intimacy his words invited. “Then what truth are you buying tonight?” she asked. He set down his glass. “That you’re not just beautiful. You’re something rare. Most girls are firecrackers—loud, quick, forgettable. But you, Aurora… you burn slow. And men remember slow burns.”

Her innocent face looked more mature than the last Thea remembered. "Katherine Wilkes!" The young woman whose name was called turned her head. "Oh, my! My Thea!” Kate hurried to her feet and hugged Thea. "I miss you so much. Oh my God, you're getting more and more beautiful!” as soon as her eyes landed on Thea, Kate felt like shedding tears. Her expression was much better than before and Kate wasn't lying when she said Thea was beautiful. The woman looked graceful and elegant, if she ignored her scar, Thea would be perfect even if the cold gleam in her eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.

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

It’s what she needed, it’s what she’s yearning for, the truth. In life, the truth isn’t naturally an easy subject, the truth will always hold the weight of horrors that implores hardships and unacceptance to many. But then again, people will rather bury the truth than accept it. For some, they’d rather face it even if it were a knife stabbed on their chests. To be enlightened from the shadows, from the truths that hid them in the dark, it’s what they yearn for, and so does Crystal.

Mirana uttered gaining her attention towards her and then Inessa found Emily to place her arm around her shoulder and spoke "Inessa, trust me. You are beautiful if you think you are and even if you would be the most beautiful girl in the world but if you think and see yourself not beautiful then you can never be beautiful because a true beauty is not what catches eyes of others but a feeling which your own heart feels. " Inessa heard Emily telling her, beaming. "Because beauty is a feeling which a person should feel not a necessity or requirement which a human should have , " Inessa didn't know why but her eyes filled with tears hearing those words because nob

Technically competent but emotionally dishonest in ways she couldn’t always immediately identify, though she could feel them — a slight stiffening, a reaching for the graceful phrase at the expense of the accurate one, a tendency to smooth the rough edges of memory into something more aesthetically coherent than experience actually was. She talked to Nikolai about it one evening, the two of them in her workspace with the lamp on and the winter dark pressing at the windows. “I keep trying to make it beautiful instead of true,” she said. “And then the beauty feels false because it’s not grounded in the truth. And when I try to be truthful, I feel like I’m being ungrateful — like I’m underminin

Do you want to destroy her like that just to see if she shows gratitude for what we did for her so you can rejoice in her love? Adam lowered his head, and I continued. She's not going to love you again just because you tell her the truth. She's a different person now; she's been through a lot, and professionally I tell you, Anaís can't handle the truth; it would destroy her. I would never do anything that could hurt her. I put my hand on his shoulder. —I know. So you have to control these worldly emotions you have. Do you want her to love you again? Start from scratch.

Esrath: “Okay.” I get up and brush my hair as I throw on my mother's Prom Dress that was a navy-blue cocktail dress that had an ombre affect to it, I threw on my black laced heels that went about my knee; I applied lipstick on my lips that were chapped but took it off to apply chap stick on them to soften them up, I then applied the plum shaded lipstick to my lips. My mother had given me her pearl set which included a pearl and Saphire bracelet and earrings that were laced with gold streaks, it also had a pearl necklace that was also laced with gold streaks in it and had real diamond shards inside of them. I then put some deodorant on and applied the Beyonce perfume that smelt like rosebuds

These aching pains in her heart is causing her so much misery. Ruby chuckled silently, "This time, we really will part ways. Today, I will give you your wish, and I can finally walk away without any more burden. At the end of the day, I will break you, and shatter you into pieces." Quietly Ruby walked to the center of the great hall. She summons a truth mirror. It gleams as it was floating in the air. “What is that?” whispers everyone. “This is a truth mirror,” said Ruby. “I know what that is!” shouted Duke Leopard. “It’s a mirror that tells the truth of what happened to the individual. Nothing is fabricated as it views everything from the person’s perspective.”

“It was a moment of truth.” ‎ ‎Her heart stumbled. ‎ ‎“But truth doesn’t mean it’s right,” he said, voice shaking. ‎ ‎She felt something inside her crumble. ‎ ‎He took a small step toward her — slow, hesitant — like approaching something fragile. ‎ ‎“Rox… look at me.” ‎ ‎She did. ‎ ‎His voice dropped to a whisper. “If I kiss you again, I won’t be able to stop.” ‎ ‎Her breath caught. ‎ ‎“And if I don’t stop…” he whispered, eyes dark with longing and fear, “…I’ll lose you. Or I’ll lose myself. Or both.”