Wicked Beauty Novels & Stories

All she wanted was to let Carlson know her location and nothing more. “What if I told you I am Carlsn Cobswell’s woman... Would you believe me?” Cassandra asked. “Damn, girl how did you get yourself entangled with the enemy of your man? Now I see why you are the most prized jewel of tonight's show. It's a shame you may never escape the clutches of who would buy you” The sexy figure pulls a chair sitting close to Cassandra. He went ahead to do her hair and made her more presentable.

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

Wicked—that was the title Lily would give the portrait she wanted to draw of him. As Rebel turned back toward her, moonlight reflected on his face, making him all hard lines and sharp angles. Between the hollows of his cheekbones and the puckered ridges of his scars, he looked like a man who’d been through hell and back, a man who’d walked through the veil of shadows yet survived. Everything about him was testimony to power and hardened will, to wild, feral darkness. The contrast made him breathtaking.

It seems that you are dragged into this mess to do what you are doing,” 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.

she said with the kindest smile. Abigail felt like she was going to die from a nosebleed. She looked so breathtaking. Her ruby-colored eyes, waist-length red hair, luscious lips, angled features, and round eyes made her feel jealous of her. She felt she was so inferior. In fact, Abigail was the most beautiful woman on Athmovezer land. She had witch blood flowing in her body which give her the natural beauty of their race and combined with the fact she was the descendant of the Ursula Rati Slava, made her more beautiful. But in front of this woman, she felt like she looked like the ugliest woman in the world. Being a woman, she swooned on her beauty. She never saw a woman who was as beautiful

The only noises that could be heard in the room were the hum of the air conditioning and the ticking of the clock. As soon as I stride, it was apparent that she had a strong sense of security when she struggled to open her eyes and did her best to look in my direction. Moving closer to her, I towered over her, taking in her delicate and unblemished face. Her beauty is so cunning and sly that it has the power to deceive any individual. Who can resist the temptation of a woman who is pretending to be a goddess yet is truly a wicked individual underneath? With a flutter of her eyelashes, she finally opened her eyes. The paleness of her skin did not detract from her graceful and elegant look.

Her lips stretched painfully wide around one fat head while another slapped her face with wet, meaty thuds, smearing more precum everywhere. She looked disgusting - Beautiful 'n ruined. Marcus could smell it all, the sharp tang of sulfur mixed with the heavy musk of their demonic precum. His spiked cage bit deeper into his throbbing cock as he watched. Then the dark atmosphere shifted. A new figure materialized in the corner of the room. A woman. A witch. Tall, deathly pale skin, long black hair floating as if underwater, blood-red eyes, and full cruel lips. She held a twisted bone wand that sparked with red lightning. Her beauty was terrifying; the kind that made you want to run and addicti

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“Explain.” He laughed once, humorless. “Bianca Weller.” The name was small and potent. “She was a witch, a woman from a village they burned because of rumors. They called them witches and they had reasons. Bianca… Bianca found a prince. Lured him with potion, songs, promises. Marriage. A union built on artifice and a witch’s craft.” “You’re speaking in riddles,” I said. “Tell me plainly.”

So casually, too. Just a few words are already throwing my world off its axis. I would be a terrible spy. We walk up a single flight of stairs. And if I thought what I saw downstairs was glamorous, then this has to be heaven. The women sitting are all donned in pearls and diamonds. They have the most minimal makeup. But as always with the women in the werewolf world. They were so beautiful, they were almost unreal. Daciana didn't get lost in the crowd easily. Not only does her height help her, but also her aura. She was perfect through and through.