Novel & Cerita Your Beauty Never Scared Me

"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."

My little sister Vanessa was obsessed with werewolf lore, convinced she was destined to marry a powerful Alpha. When Rex, the Alpha of the Firwood Pack, saved her during a riot, she thought fate had finally set its gears in motion. What she didn't know was that Rex saved her simply because she resembled what his fated mate had looked like in her youth— Helena, the Luna of the Firwood Pack. Any sane woman would've walked away. Vanessa saw it as her golden ticket to the top. She secretly mapped out Helena's usual routes, hired outlaws to stage a brutal car crash, and sprinkled silver dust—lethal to wolves—across the wreckage. Her plan? Wait for the esteemed Luna to draw her last breath, then s

“it's beautiful and scary at the same time. I have always dreamt of this but now it is here, I don’t know if I can do it. I am afraid I will ruin it all as I have done in the past, I destroy beautiful things. “I have the boys with me by my side, and they all love me and tell me they are with me every step f the way.” I sniff as my hand automatically goes to my belly. I close my eyes as I feel tears flood again. “I have a secret I have not told them because I don’t know if it is true. I am so scared and afraid that they will leave me when I tell them this. I don't know if I can do this by myself and if I even want to do this at all.”

"Are you scared of me?" I swallowed at his husky deep voice, which gave me shivers. "NO!" I lied. Naomi has always told me to act bravely and to not let others know you fear them. "Don't lie to me, butterfly. You know I hate liars." "Yes Sometimes." I said with my breathy voice. He slowly caresses my cheek with the other hand. His eyes showed so much dominance and darkness in them that I could get lost in them. "I would never have hurted you in the first place."

Better to be safe than sorry after all. Once Cassian was secured in his cell, Beauty approached the bars. A beam shot out from her palm, hitting him square in the chest. He screamed out in pain, collapsing against the concrete floor. I had no idea what in the fuck that did, but it made me grin, nonetheless.

Emily replied confidently, holding out her hand to Rayden, who then placed the earphones in Emily's hand. Then Emily chose a video with the highest number of views and the most sadistic content. The title piqued her curiosity, so Emily immediately watched the video. In the opening scene, a man wearing a mask and naked approached a beautiful woman with an impressive figure who was lying limply without clothes on a wooden floor.

My hands were on the edge of the seat, knuckles whitening as the weight of choice settled into the bones of it. Finally, she wiped her face with the heel of her hand, mascara leaving dark smears on her fingertips. “You think you can keep me by scaring everyone else to death,” she said, voice flat. I flinched; there it was again—her ability to reduce my grand gestures to simple, ugly truths. “Sometimes it needs to be ugly to be effective,” I said, because it was the truth. Sometimes you had to scare the world into behaving. She drew in a breath, steadying herself with an ironness that had always been her strength. “Listen to me now, I will never be yours.”

"He told us not to fear making mistakes. True beauty is the embodiment of the soul. It’s only when your emotions build up to the brink and spill over that they create something truly breathtaking." Harper locked eyes with me, her gaze unwavering. "I can see it—you’re scared." I had always put on a brave face, pretending I could handle everything. But the truth was... I couldn’t. "What exactly are you afraid of?" she asked. "I..." I stumbled over the word. Revealing my weakness felt unbearable. I finally whispered. "I'm scared of failing. I'm scared of disappointing Madame Diane. I'm scared that everything I’ve worked so hard to build—my reputation, my dreams—will fall apart. I’m scared I’ll

I could have dodged it. But I didn't. When the knife suddenly plunged into me, I felt a strange kind of relief like never before. Too bad it meant one less organ I could donate. Screams tore through the park. I slipped out of the wheelchair, my eyes drifting over the flowers, trees, birds, and the sky. It was the last thing I saw, the world frozen in a moment of quiet beauty. Kayla was laughing. At first, her laugh was wild and terrifying, but slowly it faded away until I couldn't hear it anymore.

No one calls my girl a bitch. Not ever. My hand shoots out and grabs onto one of her fake nails. I twist and rip. The nail gives way, the real one underneath coming with it. The blood wells up, hot and fast. Her scream pierces the air, high pitched and perfect. It's funny that tears irritate me but screams are like music. Music that fuels that dark pulse inside me. I watch her panic, drinking it in. Every note of her agony is a symphony and I am the conductor.