Your Beauty Never Scared Me Novels & Stories

"Do you know that? When you stop being afraid and you own what you are...you're absolutely beautiful." "Show me," she said. "Show me what it's like when you love someone who understands exactly what she carries."

I don't know what I've got myself into but I'm only scared of one thing right now. I'm scared of how this will end. __________ SFTC: I Wanna Be With You - Mandy Moore

Sweet Pea Guun followed this force of Brene Brian staggered a bit, half leaning on the armrest, he felt a hot breath hit his neck, there was a blink of an eye. Although he couldn't see it, Brene Brian could still hear the lyrics and creepy music, he closed his eyes tightly, and risked his face in Sweet Pea Guun's chest, the last syllable couldn't stop trembling, "Sweet Pea" Guun, Sweet Pea Guun...... I'm scared......"

It wasn't too tight to bring me discomfort. The skincare Sophie gave me for my scars cleared out every single spot in my body leaving me with glassy flawless skin. I'm very grateful to her for taking away my insecurities. "You are so beautiful Daya. So very beautiful that I wonder if you fell directly from heaven" Mira teased making me blush. "I'm nervous Mira," I said after a while as I walked back to the bed and sat down. "Why? I'm sure your mate will protect you. They should get used to you as you won't be leaving anytime soon. I'm sure they'll be blown away by your beauty" Mira smiled.

I looked at him with a blank face, "Raz... take away a lot of the perkiness and bubbly, cheery, high off skittles attitude and what are you left with?" Ezra looked at me in complete confusion, now lost on what I was saying, "Um... you would get a...still nice, friendly, compassionate girl?" I rolled my eyes, "Who does that remind you of?" "Selena Gomez?" He mumbled, confused and looking at me like I grew a second head. I smacked his arm, "No, idiot. You get pre-trauma Tiffany."

It was a treasure trove of possibilities, promising to transform us into our most radiant selves. Bea’s expertise as she guided me through the application of makeup was both impressive and reassuring. Her gentle touch and attention to detail made me feel like a canvas waiting to be transformed into a masterpiece. As I caught glimpses of myself in the mirror, I was awestruck by the transformation taking place. It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support.

I squeeze tighter. Her scream is muffled, swallowed by the enchantment clamped around her throat. Her arms tremble violently. Her eyes roll back, veins in her neck bulging with strain. I watch with fascination. The beauty of helplessness. The art of fear. The realization on her face when she realizes that she has no control. That no amount of training, intelligence, or loyalty will save her from me. “You’re not special, Skylar,” I whisper. “You’re not untouchable. You’re not safe.”

Just another thing I would probably never be able to do again. Before I knew it, my mouth opened, and words began to spill out unfiltered and filled with raw emotions. “I’m scared, Emma,” I confessed, my voice trembling. “I’m scared of what I’ve become, of what I’m feeling. I'm scared I'll be like this forever.”

I responded. "Don't worry. You’ll get used to it. But remember just one thing that I told you. Whatever happens, don’t shrink! Don’t let them know you are afraid of them.” “Yeah,” I sighed. “I know. Don’t worry.” “Hey,” Gen turned me to face her. “You look beautiful.” "Thanks." I shrugged. “I guess.”

Sophia said laughing. "I wasn't scared. You were too close for comfort" Amaya said,still on the floor. "You weren't scared and you're on the bare floor? You even shrieked like a scared mouse. How brave you are" Sophia said, laughing the more. Amaya got up and arranged her dress. Just as she was about replying Sophia,they both spotted Esme coming towards them. Their hearts sank as Esme got closer and Amaya wished the earth would just open and swallow her up.