Wicked Beauty Novels & Stories

“I would never take advantage of you.. I-i truly know a lot about you.. Your name is Beauty, you used to be a witch of Crescent kingdom and I.. used to be the prince of the twelve hell realms, Cameron.” Immediately he said that, pictures of a bold confident woman wearing a red dress with a hood flashed in my mind. I didn't know if that was an imagination or a flashback but I could see a fair woman clad in a dramatic long red dress with a hood covering her hair. Surrounding her was a bunch of red roses with black spots on every single one of them. As I looked closely at the woman's face, I was stunned. The woman was me. So I was a witch? Was I bad?

He was truly grateful that he met that woman otherwise he will never be able to experience such heaven. What was her name again? Aurelia King, the White Widow, a very dangerous woman who made him feel powerless. It was a good thing that he had his eyes on just one person and that was his little devious witch, Enchantia. Just like her name she enchanted him.

Regina advised. “Beauty of any kind is at the eyes that look at it; there are many counterfeit faces in this modern age: plastic faces, surgical faces, cream faces and pancake faces. Nature endows one with supernatural beauty. The fact is that whatever way beauty is made, artificial or supernatural, it is still beauty at the eyes that look at it. If my husband accepts my abject character which you found out, you have no right to stop me from putting on anything,” Vivian emphatically declared.

His fingers fondled with the strings of the musical instrument as he sung: "She was pretty with a petite frame, Eyes smiling like the flames of fire. Her lips were scarlet red and teeth like freshly found white pearls from an oyster, And perfect loveliness, they say, is in her long shiny hair. Migrate did she among us and we drank from her beauty, That resembled the first glimpse of a rainbow. This comparison is not to be admired nevertheless, For her beauty was a web of delusion, That could not hide her greed and viciousness. She was just like how the famous poets described a witch's charm— 'a comely female with evil intentions.' She received shelter and support, Peace and joy.

The rain outside was a steady hiss, muffled by the concrete walls. Inside the elevator, Kendall leaned back against the mirrored wall. “So what’s the next move?” Jack’s reflection looked as hard as his real expression. “We find Beauty’s weak point. And we hit it before she hits us.” Meanwhile, across town, Beauty sat in a dimly lit penthouse suite, a glass of red wine in her hand. “You failed,” she said without turning around. Marcus stood by the door, jaw tight. “Sebastian interfered. He wasn’t supposed to be there.”

My veins smelled of rain, worms, and soil. I am more Dead than Alive now and forevermore and foreverafter, and I always make sure not to let my wounds show on the practice fields. The sick sweet blood within my decrepit veins reeks of rotten roses, and I am a wicked creature through and through. She pressed against my thighs, her teeth a cutting ring on my neck. Her breath was tinder sparking in my ear, and she dragged abyssal claws across my waist. "I could break you with my bare hands," the Beast whispered, her pearly fangs bloodying my blonde hair. "But I will not, for you are my treasured rose, the foremost fruit of my gardens, my sweet Beauty."

Soon, she couldn't even taste the saltiness of her own tears. Her words became slurred, but she managed to force out one final question. “Why? Why are you doing this t—” She couldn't speak anymore. But she could still hear. “This will help you. I am helping you.” A small sigh escaped Vita's lips, barely audible over the loud cracks of breaking bones. “You will become the thing the monsters that hunt you at night fear. You will become the Beast that hunts with every sense, my sweet Selene.” The cracks became more rapid.

ARDYN. I should have prepared myself for this day. The day that she’d have me consumed by her beauty; by her elegance, by her appearance, by her in a whole; it was today. I knew why I’d requested that she wear a dark color. There were certain parts of her I wanted to be seen by just me and once again she disobeyed me. I never lied to myself about Zyra being the most beautiful woman I’d ever encountered but today, she had to be the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and that disturbed me so much. It disturbed me that she was beautiful, it disturbed me that she had the body of one I desired, it disturbed me that she had managed to disturb me without even trying, and it disturbed me that every

Belle had joined the training session with Beau, deciding she needed to let off some steam after her encounter with Beryl. She didn’t know who irritated her more, the Wicked Witch of the West or the Barbie doll. But either way, between the pair of them, Belle had a lot of pent-up anger.

So Wick Webster was just going to have to suck it up and live with a girl who had boobs. Remembering how he’d very nearly called me beautiful, I cleared my throat while a flush stole over me. So many times that Topher had called me pretty, it had felt fake or made me uncomfortable, coming across as empty flattery in order to get something from me in return. I could never tell if I was just that paranoid or if there’d always been an ulterior motive with him. But the way Wick had blurted out his perception of me unwillingly and stated it as if it were a universal fact, not a stupid line, had made his opinion seem more honest and sincere than any compliment I’d ever received from Topher.