Novel & Cerita Womanless Beauty Pageant Stories

Fortunately, this year the women willing to compete were a lot less, but they also happened to be quite desperate too. There were about seven to ten other women in the hallway who were still dressed in their formal attire, which didn’t appear to be all that formal. Most of the women around me had their breasts almost slipping out of their dresses and, if my eyes served me correctly, there was a woman who had her nipples on full display with most of her dress being see-through. I couldn’t bash any of their tactics though. I was definitely not the most morally upright person in the land and werewolves were indeed sexual beings.

He wanted to protect her, love her and I was the complete opposite. The audience was cheering, applauding the choice. They wanted a perfect couple, one that had power and royalty flowing in our veins, nothing pleased them more than have the Darkmoon Tribe’s princess become the Queen. “My, my, that was a first.” Ashley said with a sly grin, “Cassandra has certainly made quite an impression on the king.” The contest continued smoothly, although I wasn’t quite surprised by the lack of creativity by some of the women. It was evident that majority of them came from wealth and didn’t have the skills necessary to craft anything of substance.

"Woow have never heard of her before, guess she's new" "My dear she's not ooo" "What's her name?" "Zeeekadir AKA Mrs Zeeekadir, Matar Abdullah" "Whoo all the name for her alone" "Yes ooo, you can check her I*******m page zeeekadir_Collection and zeeekadir_confectionary, there you will see everything" "But wait how did you get to know about her?" "I saw her advert, Cox she's an expert in soap and scrubs too"

I’m not even done yet, my bowl is still half full but I can’t eat because I find it hard to swallow/ My nervousness is blocking my throat. “I think what she’s trying to tell us is that he wants to join the contest for beautiful women. While we were in town earlier, I heard a few people talking about contest, they said that there will be a beauty pageant held in town” Lola butted in. I was about to talk when she suddenly opened up about some pageant. Because of that, my nervousness, doubled. How can Lola think that I wanted to join some random beauty pageant? I never took interest in those things.

I pressed further! "Anybody?" I repeated after nobody raised their hands for fifty-one thousand dollars, so I hit the wood on the small flat surface. "The man in navy blue won the dance to our beauty queen," I said with a smile. And I looked and saw Hannah was next. Hmm, I like where this is going. "So the next contestant... What's your name?" I asked. "Hannah," she answered timidly and had a fake smile. "Okay, we have Hannah here. She's also a beauty queen, for her to be able to win over my ex-husband in just six months after our wedding and a relationship of twelve years." I said chuckling, people even smiled as well.

Everything operates from the money bartering and I have no idea how one acquires these papers and coins that I've seen others use. A gust of wind brings a strong whiff of Remus scent and my heart beats quicker. I know it's not him, but could his blanket me near? I bolt up just in time to have a magazine blow into the thicket by me. It smells of him, and little shiver travels down my spine. I squeeze the jar in a loving manner and I whisper a thank you into the air. I pick up the magazine and it is some sort of primping article. It shows gorgeous females of all colors painting their faces and brushing their locks. Females bathing with thick white bubbles in their water and wearing bright colo

She also has a beautiful pussy indeed. It was easy to refuse girls back then. Lila was exactly right that many beautiful girls had tried to offer one night, to be my fuck buddy, fling, and even more. Most of them my age, some are younger, some confessed as virgin and wanted me to take their first time. It was tempting, yes. But then again, I always have the idea of my profession in mind. Plus I have a girlfriend. The next morning, Lila Stanguard lying on her bed naked was the first thing I saw. My cock hardened by just watching her. She looked like a goddess.

"Alicia, I know you hate me, but you must understand—I had no choice. You know what Prince Carlson is like: cruel, violent, and a eunuch besides. How could I stand by and let Maggie fall into such a pit of fire?" A bitter smile curved my lips as I looked at his earnest face. Always Maggie. In their eyes, only Maggie mattered. Compared to her, I was nothing more than a weed by the roadside. "And what about me?" Tears blurred my vision as I tore the veil from my face. "She scarred me with her potion during the competition. What am I supposed to do now? Who would ever marry me?!" For a moment, he froze. But when his gaze fell on the scar across my cheek, revulsion flickered unmistakably in his

They claimed she was simply “honest and straightforward.” They had even crowned her with the title: “The Most Beautiful Woman in the Entertainment Industry.” Naturally, she hated Isabella. Not only had Isabella taken the role she wanted— She had also stolen her title. Vivienne smirked. “Oh? Isn’t this the ‘number one beauty’ everyone’s talking about?” she said mockingly. “With so many wealthy sponsors backing you, why are you squeezing into a shared dressing room with us minor actresses?” Isabella calmly pulled out a chair and sat down.