Beauté の小説・ストーリー

Beauty had a way of making people forget everyone here was born privileged. She stopped at the notice board and searched the quarter assessment rankings. Her name appeared in the top fifty, exactly where she expected it to be. A small smile touched her lips before she looked lower for Elena. It vanished when she found rank three hundred and fifty. Pathetic. She turned at once. make this a bit longer and no single line paragraph except necessary

They were unique and so I took pride in them. Bea lifted my chin and brushed her thumb over my lips, “naturally pink plump lips. They don’t even need lipstick to highlight them. Long and dense eyelashes that could be the dreamcatcher of even the gods. Silky soft skin standing in the perfect shade. Neither too tanned nor too pale — just perfect.” The staff entered my room with hangers of dresses, jewelleries, heels, perfumes and soaps. I looked at Bea, my heart restlessly skidding in my chest.

However, in this moment of self-admiration, a realization dawns upon her—society often expects women to rely on artificial beauty products to enhance their appearance, both for their own satisfaction and to please others. Contemplating the significance of this realization, Nora ponders the pressure placed on women to conform to certain beauty standards. She questions the need for these fake beauty products and the societal expectations that surround them. Deep within, she yearns for a world where women can embrace their natural beauty without feeling compelled to rely on external enhancements.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CARTER'S POV The church door opened as the music started. I looked at the entrance and was amazed by what I saw. Her makeup looked flawless and elegant accentuating her beauty. Her eyes are lined with black eyeliners and her long lashes kiss each other as she blinked them. Her lips are painted with soft pink gloss, adding a touch of feminity to her look. The subtle highlight in her cheekbones made her face glow under the rays of the sun.

“We called them makeovers, but we only sometimes had something new. The real point is that I’m going to spend the next few hours making you feel beautiful.” Joli frowns. “The day after my parents….” “It’s not shallow.” I meet her gaze in the mirror. “Beauty is confidence. And being made beautiful is about letting someone take care of you.” A tear slips down her cheek. “All right. But I’m not spending all day in here.” I grab her chin and offer her the most Candace-like smile I can. “You’ll spend as long in here as I say you will.” Joli almost laughs, and that’s about all I could hope for.

Next Morning Hazel sat gracefully in her vanity chair, her corporate suit a stark contrast to the soft, feminine glow of her vanity lights. Her hair cascaded down her back like a rich, dark waterfall, its silken strands framing her face as she meticulously applied her makeup. The gentle strokes of her brush and the soft blush of color on her cheeks only added to her natural beauty, transforming her into a vision of loveliness.

I was just stunned by the absence as I recalled my beautiful dream. What is beauty in immortality?

"What do you fear?" "Being ugly." That was understandable she was the Goddess of Beauty, she couldn't be ugly, but then again what was ugly? Being different? The word was used to make people feel less than, we were told being beautiful—being perfect, meant being skinny, meant having no flaws, but everybody has flaws, no one's perfect and that's what makes us beautiful. Adrian removed his hand from her cheek. "I'm still feeling fear, take it back." She ordered as everyone walked over, curious.

"Woow have never heard of her before, guess she's new" "My dear she's not ooo" "What's her name?" "Zeeekadir AKA Mrs Zeeekadir, Matar Abdullah" "Whoo all the name for her alone" "Yes ooo, you can check her I*******m page zeeekadir_Collection and zeeekadir_confectionary, there you will see everything" "But wait how did you get to know about her?" "I saw her advert, Cox she's an expert in soap and scrubs too"

Eva answered. "Oh! I'm sorry! I was just curious." The girl bowed a little while apologizing, but Eva could clearly see that the girl was insecure about her looks. "It's okay, but you know what? You are beautiful just the way you are. You don't need to meet the beauty standards which people have created nowadays. You look beautiful." The girl's eyes sparkled hearing those words. She thought that maybe, like all spoiled brats, Eva would too insult her or treat her rudely, but no, she didn't. That's when the girl realized that not everyone was the same. Respect filled her eyes for Eva.