Devastating Beauty の小説・ストーリー

Wasn't the world filled with pain and rejection? Suddenly, Destiny show up without even calling. She was very beautiful, yet she was only an entity that couldn't consider calling her beauty a worldly one. It was highest of all highest beauty, yet she loves making the path of everyone to be filled with struggle. Not a simple struggle, it filled the every creatures to view life as not beautiful at all, it was full of pained and rejection, just like Death have thought. One could only know how Death been enjoying how the final breath of all the people good in ears. It filled Death with power; stronger that no one could able to detect him now until one could feel his world spinning...and the Deat

Through it, he saw Beauty, in a scarlet coat that shimmered under the dim overhead lights, and Adrian, leaning casually against a crate as though he owned the place. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” Adrian was saying. Beauty’s laugh was low and smooth. “Danger is the point. Jack’s too careful now. He needs a push.” “And you think burning a yacht will do it?” Adrian’s smirk carried a trace of disbelief. “It’s just the opening act,” Beauty replied. “The real show is coming. By the time I’m done, he’ll be begging to crawl back to me or he’ll be ruined.” Jack’s hands clenched into fists. Every word was confirmation: she wasn’t here for reconciliation. She was here to destroy him.

'All this resentment, gloating, petty and anger are delicious to me, I don’t mind standing here enjoying the show wile bathing on these various emotions, it’s the same to those who have sun bath or relaxing in some spa'. 'sigh...But that woman! even a senseless thing like me, still enjoy her weathering beauty that is socked with blood and scars, forming a kind of tragedy yet stunning painting that is full of agony and life by her struggle to keep her little breath going subconsciously even if she show to the public her resignation in frond of death that his image I stole '.

Another scene flashes before me: a man, her father, sleeping soundly as the same demon descends, its claws tearing through him with monstrous precision. The devastation doesn't end there. My fated one, her grief palpable, is forced to carry on. I see her face marked by sorrow, her eyes heavy with loss, but she does not yield. Her will to survive is unbreakable. In her pain, she transforms her beauty amplifies, her power unfurls like a storm waiting to strike. The vision is relentless. It draws me deeper, showing me her iron resolve and the incredible strength that radiates from her. Even through the haze of agony, she stands, unyielding, unbroken.

Only I know how these looks of pity feel . No one knows....you may call scars beautiful but you know the one who actually has them. Knows deep somewhere in their heart, how ugly they look. Something which was so perfect, something so flawless that every one envied it. Was now just an object of pity. The skin which was perfect once, is tarnished now. And you know the worst part? No matter what you do. It will never....be like it was before. What's lost can never return. Sulking ,she didn't realised when the sun was down from the horizon and it was dark.

He wasn't going to console her or try digging deep into why she was crying. " You know what Carlos, once I thought that I was really beautiful and special, and that with my accomplishments at such a young age, I could get everything that I've ever wanted. But look at me, alone, abused, depressed, with nothing at all," Elvira said in pain.

Then he turned to look at the woman sitting opposite him who was engrossed in her world treating him like he was not present. .He bet that she didn't recognize him at all. Being the CEO of Brown co-op,he was on business news and sometimes entertainment news. Everywhere he passed, people would recognize him at first glance but it seemed this woman here didn't. Her face was pure and very beautiful. She looked like a lotus growing in the pond, despite the mud,it came out very pure. He found himself dazed Just looking at her as she concentrated on her work. For some strange reasons,he felt pulled to her. David had to admit that her beauty was unparalleled. She could outsmart even the top model i

Now he was just a man without a heart who knew that love just was not worth it. Yet still he could not stop himself from turning back to gaze at her once more. Still a beauty, even with the damaged face, she had changed some as well. Not her face. He knew beneath the bruises was the same flawless, creamy skin that glowed with her youthful exhuberence.