Your Beauty Never Scared Me Novels & Stories

"What if I don't like him? What if he doesn't like me? What if it's a bad idea? What if he's bad? Ugly? Or what if he doesn't find me attractive? Oh, God. I have so many ‘what ifs’, Mom.” She took my hands in hers. "Nimue, you are beautiful, intelligent, and kind. Any man would be lucky to have you. Don't doubt yourself." I looked down at our intertwined fingers. "I'm scared, Mom. I've never felt like this before." She squeezed my hands. "It's okay to be scared, darling. But remember, you're not alone. I'm here for you, no matter what." Mom was here. She had always been. I shouldn't be so scared. If she said it was going to be okay, it should be okay… eventually.

Carelessness was a weakness he couldn't afford. He stepped fully into the cell, the scrape of his boots against the stone echoing unnaturally loud. Beauty's head snapped up, her eyes wide with terror. She flinched back, pressing herself further into the corner, a small, trapped animal facing a predator. "Shhh," Jax hissed, raising a hand. "Don't make a sound." She froze, obeying instantly. Her fear was all time high, an almost tangible thing that filled the small space. Good. Fear was a tool.

I was always brave. Nothing scared me. Well except roaches but that's besides the point. "Excuse me you are in my way." The voice of my beauty brought me out of my trance. Her voice was lovely. Her smell was addicting. Her face was alluring. Her lips were pink. I looked up and I got tongue tied. I've never been known to be a coward but that day, immediately I locked her eyes with her, I ran.

Her white skin glowing under the dim party light. She is a real beauty. A goddess She dance beautifully, moving her body to the tune of the music, her smile captivating. Our eyes clicked. My heart jumped. Thudding louder. Fear. Beauty is the second in command of the Sexy-Six girl. Ruthless. Although not like Avery; their leader Our gaze lingers. Her smile seizing. The memories I'd fought to bury rushed back to my head. The flour bath. Staining my new uniform. The solo beatings I got for getting all my test. The lunch bath.

But you're different, Can you feel it? I want you to see, The person I see you to be. You're not alone, I see you. Are you scarred? What do you fear? Come closer, I'll tell you a story, And wash all your fears away. Do you see the stars? Billions upon billions of them, Yet you shine the brightest. You're a special kind of star, One that never dies. Are you broken? Come closer let's compare scars. Your heart hurts right? Mine does too,

beauty said “ brother already got a girl

Shame fills me when I see the state that he is in because of me. My breathing starts to pick up as the thought of what I was about to do to Ajax before I regained control seeps in. I am scared. I am dangerous. ‘Belle, I am fine.’ Ajax insist when he notices that I was panicking. ‘No. Everything is not fine!’ I let out. My growl frightens Holly, making her fall to the ground when her knees buckles. ‘I…I am a monster. I can’t be here!’ ‘BELLE!’

Selena pov Emma takes a sip of her coffee before she answers my question. ” I don't blame my love for finding his mate and the bond pulling him away from me. I just wished he could have been in our daughter's life. Things would have been different if he was still in our life somehow. But then I wouldn’t have met you and had this amazing life we have now. When it comes to the rapes I blocked my mind out from what was happening to my body. They could take my body but not me, no one could touch me. My body carries the scars of what happened both the rapes and the fights. When I se the big scars on my face I am reminded of where I came from and what I have endured it makes me stronger. I remembe

"No buts or ifs, you can go change in that little corner over there and I swear I will not be looking." I looked at him with pleading eyes hoping he would just let this go but it did not work. "Go on, don't be shy." He said as he gave me a light push towards the corner. I slowly went over the corner and I looked over at him and I saw that he had his back facing towards me. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off and opened the zipper of my pencil skirt and let it fall to the floor. I took of my bra and slipped on the dress. It had one sleeve which was an off-shoulder, and it reached me just above the knees. It was navy blue with the edges made of gold. It was really beautiful and I was really