Your Beauty Never Scared Me Novels & Stories

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.”

I’ve never been so scared in my life, and I thought I was indestructible. “Don’t be scared baby. I’ll always protect you, even from myself.”

"Let go." "Wait," I whisper into the closeness and she meets my eyes, her gaze fierce where mine is soft. "I think they’re still around." "I’m not scared of them. They can’t touch me." "They can touch me." "You should have thought of that before jumping to be the hero." She fires and I smile. "Oh, I’m not scared of going against them. I’m just scared for my face. Can’t have them ruin this beauty; it’s my most valuable asset."

I stay outside while she walks in. While I’m waiting, a commotion breaks out. A new horse has gotten loose and is running towards me. I stand frozen, eyes wide and heart beating fast as the black stallion approaches me. I’m too afraid to even move an inch. Horses scare me, and I think I’m about to get killed by one. Someone screams for me to move, but I’m too scared. Closing my eyes, I wait for the animal to hit me, but it doesn’t; something else happens instead. My feet leave the dirt as I’m lifted off the ground. I slowly open my eyes and find a pair of gray orbs staring at me with great concern. “What the hell are you doing here? Have you forgotten you’re scared of horses?” Beau scolds, s

his brain berated him. A few drops of rain hit him in the head. Kendrick sighed angrily, clenched his fists, and slowly walked back toward his home. "What do you expect her to do you monster? Fly right up to you with a big smile on her face saying 'Hi! How have you been?' Haven't you learned by now that it doesn't matter what you do...they'll always be afraid. Stop trying." ...

“What do you know? You look better without my glasses too.” Everyone in the class went “ooooh” and the boy that dared mess with her turned beet red and tried to explain himself. “I didn’t mean anything weird by it!” She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? I think you did. I think you believe in the outdated notion than women have to conform to men’s beauty standards to get by in this world. Let me tell you something; I can’t wear contacts because they mess with my eyes. I need these to see. “I am not going to make myself ‘pretty’ for you or anyone else at the expense of my own comfort. And I’ll have you know that I rock these glasses. So keep your stupid opinions to yourself, kay?”

I reveled in the sight of her fear, in the power I held over her. I flashed a cruel grin at them, my gaze flickering between Skye and Jayleen. The fear in her eyes, the helplessness on Jayleen's face - it was a sight to savor. "Welcome to the party, darling," I called out to her, my voice echoing through the silent night, the tone mocking. "I've been waiting for you." Skye's face paled at my words, but she stood her ground, just like her mother would have. This was going to be more interesting than I had expected.

Basil The music blares loudly in the club, the club that I own. Sweet Ecstasy. I'm sitting in a booth on the second floor, observing the moving bodies below. My eyes immediately settle upon a pair of women, only one of them ignites something in me. She's wearing a skin tight black dress that is a little too short. Long wavy dark red hair falls down her back reaching the top of her ass and what an ass she has. A full figured body, with tits that looks more than a handful, and a luscious ass that shook with each step, my favorite. I prefer women with curves, it gives me something to hold onto while I fuck them. Her friend isn't bad looking but she's not my type, too thin. I wave Andre over, my

The fire curling deep in my gut, setting my veins ablaze like gasoline had been poured into every inch of me, and she was the fucking match. She laid there, breath ragged, lips parted, neck flushed pink. Sexy was on word. Fucking beautiful was another. How could she be this beautiful? How could she affect me this much? No one dares to bring out this part of me. No fucking one. Her eyes wide with something between want and wonder... but one thing I was sure of, there was no fear. No hesitation. She wasn't scared of me. Why the fuck isn't she scared of me? I'm not gentle. I'm not kind. I'm barely sane half the fucking time. Ace paced inside me like a rabid animal, claws dragging against my ski

I asked, my voice low. Sabrina laughed, a harsh, jagged sound. "I'm not scared of you. I'm disgusted by you. And I'm going to make sure they never want to look at you again. When I'm done, your 'value' won't matter. You’ll be a scarred, broken mess." She turned away from me and walked toward a portable brazier sitting in the corner. She kicked the coals, sparking them into a bright, orange glow. "They think you're so beautiful," Sabrina whispered, her back to me. "They think your skin is so perfect."