Womanless Beauty Pageant Stories Novels & Stories

, Larissa found her tongue at long last and couldn’t take the condescending attitude anymore. Nancy stopped in her tracks. “ Oh yes?”, she raised one eyebrow. “Honorable is it Madam Carol Hudson, or should I say Carol Hathaway, one-time aspirant side actor and nude dancer at the La Romania club in New York who herself used to claim in her heydays that she has lost track of how many men she has bedded?” “Or you dear Larissa who was expelled from high school for seducing a cleaner’s minor son who lived in the premises? Which one of you is honorable?”

After she sat in the car, she received an email detailing an event that she had been interested in since the very beginning when she was still in the Adams family. It was a pageant for uprising female entrepreneurs in the business world. It was the Miss Misty Pageant. I'm too shy for this. She thought. Just as she was about to put her phone back into her bag, she decided to look at the names of the females who made it to the finals in curiosity. The Miss Misty contest was held once a year and it was common knowledge that the competition was specially organized for the uprising females. She saw a few familiar names on the list. There was Hannah Trixian, Carmen, Diana and Hilda Adams?!

Genevieve nodded calmly, as if she had just delivered the most reasonable statement in the world. “Exactly, Miss Preston! Marj is not the only man who beats his wife. He is not the first, and he certainly won’t be the last. So why are you making such a big deal out of it?” I stared directly into her face, disbelief hardening into anger. “Did you say you were the first Beauty Queen this country ever produced?” She smoothed her dress with a boastful flourish. “Yes! 2002. After the country had failed over thirty-five beauty contests. A world contest!”

Judging from her looks, she was around eighteen or nineteen. "If I don't win, I'm going back home as a disgrace. I was forced to marry a man with a withered cock four months ago. He's older than my dad and he disgusts me. Winning this pageant is my ticket to an annulment. The alpha has connections, and he can help me get out of this mess." Shocked gasps escaped the girls' mouths. A married woman was in our midst? Natalia shook her head in disapproval. "That's not fair. We shouldn't have married women competing here. You should go back to your husband.”

Now, it is Nadya who tells her story: "That night, I tried to run away from my house. A man found me and wanted to touch me, but his wife found us. She thinks I have flirted with her husband. The following day, the women in my village dragged me out into the street. They make me naked and beat me. No one helps me, Erwin. I scream for help, but they just watching me. After I was injured, they left me alone, still fully naked on the street. Miss Jayna found me and took me to the hospital. She paid for my treatment; she was so kind, Erwin. She smiled at me and hugged me.

And had been dead for several months. Yet as she watched in shock and fury as the press and her husband turned all their attention from her to the new woman she couldn’t help the cold bite of jealousy that went through her. “Miss Caraballi!” “ Are you going to join the diamond industry?” “Do you still work for Mr Donatelli?” “ What are the next big plans for VITA beauty?” Chelsea gasped in shock and she too, turned to stare at the woman. So this was her contender? For the award in the best business woman category tonight, she was going against some owner of VITA beauty. Not that she was worried about winning the award.

“Maybe you shouldn’t show these people what incredible talents are hidden beneath that beautiful face. I already have too much competition as it is.” “Oh, please!” I rolled my eyes. “Your joke is not even funny.” “Ha-ha. I wish I was kidding,” he smirked. “Why would he be kidding, Alice?” Denise asked me. “You’re a beautiful creature, inside out. But unfortunately for all those vying for your hand…” She gave a meaningful glance at Chaise. Then she turned back to me. “Somebody got to your heart first.” Chaise sighed. “Stupid bastard just won’t leave, huh.”

But she flashed a kill-it-all smile at the receptionist the instant that her eyes met the aura of beauty in front of her. She was donned in a long, red gown that did not show any bulges of fat—tight on her petite body to emphasize an eight-figured shape. "Allison Carter, here for the next round of the contest," she announced, relishing the envious glances from her fellow contestants who stood patiently in the lobby. She paid no attention to her subtly growing stomach Allison waited patiently for her turn to present herself and immediately, her ears caught hushed conversations around her. "Did you hear about Megan, that tall, blond girl?" one of the girls whispered. "She dropped out of the co

Her poise and elegance were unmatched, a true embodiment of beauty and sophistication. In that red dress, with her hair flowing down her back, she became a living work of art. Her presence was ethereal, captivating hearts and leaving a lasting impression on all who were lucky enough to witness her enchanting allure. She was a reminder that beauty could transcend the physical and ignite a sense of wonder and admiration in the hearts of those who beheld her. The radiant lady who commanded everyone's attention was none other than Emine Campbell. Her deadly aura had dissipated, giving way to elegance and gracefulness that left onlookers in awe. It was now the women's turn to feel a pang of jealo

Is this beautiful, heart-fluttering young lady really a naughty, weak and stupid girl every day? “There are no ugly women, only unbeautiful women.” Rosa smiled proudly at her own masterpiece, while constantly using hairspray on Brawen's hair. Brawen was a bit dumbfounded: "It's really beautiful". “Is there more to say, Brawen? Even pure Irina might not be as good as you. Like this, there will definitely be a lot of people competing to dance with him. But wait, Brawen, are you going to keep that white bandage over your eyes forever? Doesn't look right, take it off.” Rosa lunged forward, reaching out her hand as if to yank the strip off Brawen's face.