Wicked Beauty Novels & Stories

She was still naked after that earlier tryst with two human males and a female, her body reeking of sex. He let his gaze trail over her milky skin. Her doll-like features. Once, she had been beautiful in his eyes. A being carved in the most fantastic dreams, with those enticing blue eyes, and that dark mane of curls spilling down her slender back. Now, she appeared rotten to him. Like a long-dead flower. With grayish leaves and a putrid stem, hidden by wilted petals. She even smelled of rot. Her breath stunk of the blood of the innocent, her body of acrid depravity. It repulsed him. Her eyelids hooded as she continued to gaze upon his features, trailing a hand down her body. Conveying the wa

I will be the most elegant woman in the whole world everyday and every year and every century , she grumbled as she opened the little bottle mixed it up with a witch's tonic with a little bit of her energy and smiled , she took the bottle and inhaled it as the yellowish smoky scent from the bottle sinked through her nose and soon she gulped it down her throat .. " She smiled as she opened her eyes and felt how her body accumulated the new energy and her eyes turned with fiery yellowish blood ." I will always love being wicked, the way I am , she murmured as she slept peacefully on her bed .

' I have to maintain my noble image, that is why I have to prove to him how brilliant I am. Looking in the body-sized mirror, I could not deny the beauty within me. I am really attractive even though I have no talent in makeup, just using baby powder and light lip tint made me stand out among the rest. "I am this beautiful, so why is that bastard rejecting me?" I utter as if the reflection would answer me, then I sulked while brushing my hair.

“It is wicked.” He kissed the throbbing spot on her neck and felt her shiver. “Why would something so natural be wicked? You think it is wicked because the church wants women to only know their husbands. That doesn’t mean what we are doing is wrong. This is what we were made for. As long as we are both enjoying it, why is it wrong? Let’s enjoy creating some wicked memories to keep secret together.”

Garrick announced loudly, motioning for the chief cosmetician to apply a thicker layer of crushed pearl paste to my skin. The female wolf styling my hair paused, examining my reflection in the glass. "Lady Whitlock possesses a striking, ancient human beauty, Lord Garrick. Her bone structure is soft and her eyes are vast. If we cover her skin in heavy paste, she will look like a corpse rather than a noble female." Garrick scanned my reflection, his jaw tight as he crossed his broad arms over his chest. "Fine. Make her look like she belongs to a High Dominion. Just make sure she looks lethal."

I poked him a little as he glared. "I was only joking. But I prefer to call you Ise. Anyways, I'm Ewawummi." I said as he laughed. "I thought names were meant to portray who we are? Ewa? Beauty?" He said as I scoffed. "The whole world knows how beautiful I am. You can't get back at me for laughing at your name through an obvious fact. I am beautiful and I know it." I whispered smiling to myself. It's been a very long time I acted this childish. I was always on the verge of catching criminals. He seemed to have brought out a part of me that didn't want to be resurrected.

Beauty said staring at her father, she whispered the statement so that only her father and the stupid fool would hear her. "What?" King Leon asked in shock. "Yes father, look at his eyes." Beauty said, returning her gaze on him. "Or am I lying, slave?" "You're not lying my Lady." Moving closer to him as her nose squeezed, "I am rejecting you this minute." Beauty said in a whisper. "I belong to the Prince of this kingdom and not to a lowly common servant like you. The mate bond between your stupid wolf and I are broken. I am a Princess, the most beautiful maiden in the whole supernatural and I will decide who my Mate is. A Princess should Marry a Prince and that is what I am doing."

I just looked down at my food and pretended that I didn't know what was happening when Danny chuckled. "If eyes could kill, Annabelle would have been a dead meat." He said. Forgive my manners by the way,I'm Annabelle Rivers. So it's not my fault that I forgot to say my name earlier. I bet most of my mates don't know my name because I'm know as the ugly,fat girl. "Could you go with us to see some movies this evening?" Frank asked. I'm not sure that question was directed at me so I kept quiet.

I wanted to get a closer look, so I slowly moved from tree to tree to get a peek. Her skin was a golden caramel complexion as she washed her skin repeatedly. Her long tresses were of dark brown that reached to her waist. I'd imagine that mane across my pillows as we'd make love. Her plump breasts were covered below the surface of the water. Her face was smooth, which had two beautiful brown orbs designed to capture any mans heart. I sighed in contempt just awe struck by her radiating beauty. I focus my attention back on the river and realized she wasn't there anymore. I came out of hiding looking around the river more closely.

Gracefully, he swam towards her. Una closed her eyes to capture the serenity around her. She opened her eyes at the sensation of warm lips against her neck, kissing their way down her bare shoulders. She sucked in a breath. When she could no longer hold it, she turned and fell in the water. Will threw his arms around her. “You make the night so beautiful.” Una stared into Will’s deep blue eyes which were screaming with desire. The enchanting light from the moon made him look dangerously captivating and wildly irresistible.