Belleza 소설 & 이야기

I said with forced politeness, while brushing with the aggression of someone trying to file her teeth down. “Looking forward to it, Bella.” He hung up, and I nearly threw my phone into the sink. Deep breath. I am calm. I am composed. I am not going to strangle my new boss with his own Montblanc pen. The cream-colored dress hugged my body like it was tailored just for me—smooth, sleek, and unapologetically feminine. It cinched perfectly at the waist with a bold black belt, highlighting every curve. The V-neck was tasteful, the sleeves hit just below the elbow, and the hem kissed my knees, striking that delicate balance between professional and powerful. Paired with nude heels and dark nude li

Like she was the only person who could pull me out of the mess I was drowning in. Bella wore a deep emerald green dress today, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right ways. It was elegant, classy, but with a subtle edge that matched her perfectly. Her hair was swept to the side, cascading over her shoulder, and her lips were painted a soft rose pink. She looked stunning, effortlessly so.

Belle pinched the bridge of her nose, she didn't know how many times she would lecture her friend to love herself with her curvy body, but no, her insecurities were too high. "Babe—"She dragged slowly, "if I was the one who has this shape of you," Belle's eyes roamed on Angelina's hourglass body, shaking her head, "I swear I'll be fuvking walking in lingerie," she said sultrily. "Or if I was a guy," she stared at her seductively as she wetted her lips sensually while her brown eyes twinkled with mischief, "Imma fuck you to oblivion state," she added impishly.

I dig deep and find the courage and say, "Good one, Faith. Though, I have to ask if you've ever even seen Beauty and The Beast?" Faith lifts her bushy brow and nods, her smirk slightly turning into a frown. "Hmm, interesting," I say, tapping my index finger against my chin. "See, Belle doesn't really wear makeup. In fact, I don't think she wears any at all. So, with that being said, I don't see how you truly look like Belle. You've caked on so much makeup, that if your beast here were to hit you in the face with a pillow, your face would imprint the sheet." I bring my hand over my mouth and am in shock at how my mouth got away from me. It's like my lips couldn't stop moving, rambling on and

Alice sighed with frustration, Serena continued as she paced, "Belcalis did not only sings well, she is also very beautiful, and she is very sexy and hot. But a normal man can't resist her charm." Belcalis Minaj?

I looked out into the crowd, and my heart raced instantly. "Good evening. My name is Bella Hayes, founder of Belle's Beauty. I started this brand with one vision. Beauty that outlasts the moment. Because life smudges, it cracks, and it tests us. But women..." my throat tightened, but still, I pushed through, "...women are stronger than any of it. My products are designed for them, for us." Pictures were shown on the projector slides. And after it was over, everywhere was silent. I feared I failed, but then, everyone clapped. I was filled with relief. Stepped offstage with my heart pounding when I felt someone's eyes on me.

Bella's POV I stood before the unusually large mirror, taking stock of my reflection. It's hard to believe it's only been a week since I arrived at this...let's call it a "luxurious confinement." My physical appearance has undergone a significant transformation in this short time. My fiery red hair cascades down my back, longer and more vibrant than ever. My skin radiates a warm, golden glow, and my physique has become more defined. I've gained weight, but not the kind that would make me worry about my health. My hips, curves, and bustline have become more pronounced, giving me a more voluptuous figure.

Berry said. “Thank you, Sir. I just came from a beauty salon and the staff did their jobs really well.” Clarissa was a little embarrassed to speak but she found the courage to do so. “See, I told you, Berry. She does look like our favorite Spanish Miss Universe.” Bamby cut in the conversation. “Truly, her features are amazing and I am sure that my clothes will make her look more regal,” Berry responded.

Eva smiled softly after hearing the girl. "Can I ask you something if you're okay?" The girl asked hesitantly. "offcourse!" Eva said softly. "Have you done any plastic surgery or Botox to look this beautiful? If yes, then can you provide me with a doctor's contact no.?" The girl asked, only to receive a look from Eva which said 'are you kidding me, girl?' "No, I didn't do any of that, and I'm not even familiar with those." Eva answered.

Bella I took a deep breath, staring into the mirror in front of me. My reflection looked calm, but I could feel the tremble in my hands as I smoothed down the front of my gown. The fabric shimmered under the soft lights—ivory lace over a structured silk bodice that hugged my curves in all the right places. The neckline was a soft, off-the-shoulder sweep, with the sleeves being sheer and featuring delicate floral appliqué that provided just enough coverage to make me feel confident. The skirt flowed from the waist in gentle layers, skimming over my hips and cascading down like a waterfall. It was elegant, romantic, and designed to celebrate my shape rather than hide it. I didn’t feel quite li