Your Beauty Never Scared Me Novels & Stories

This is really scaring me. I stared at the screen, my chest rising and falling too fast. My phone buzzed again. I jumped. ╭───────────────╮ Unknown: You’re fucking gorgeous when you’re scared. I'd love to show you who I really am but if you saw the real me, you'd know how fucked in the head I really am. You'd run. ╰───────────────╯ I clutched the phone like it was burning me, my eyes flicking to every shadow, every face.

She found herself recalling a lyric from, Scars to your beautiful by Alessia cara. * There's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful* So yeah... We are all beautiful and shouldn't let anyone's opinion make us doubt that fact. **** " You look dazzling. " Aiden commented when Malisa came downstairs... " Hm... Thanks. " They were about to head out of the house when the butler met them...

“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.”

Those scars to your beautiful Note: It is not by force, you can listen to your own playlist or read the book anyhow it suits you✨

"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.

He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

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.”

[CAMI] The dress fits like a fucking dream. Figures. It clings to me like silk was invented just to wrap around my body. Heart-shaped neckline that does all kinds of wicked things to my chest, the fabric hugging my hips like it knows how to sin. I stare at myself in the mirror and blink once. Twice. I look… insane. Insanely beautiful. I’m not humble about it. Never have been. I’ve never pretended to be the kind of girl who calls herself ugly just to hear someone argue otherwise. I know what I look like.

"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