Devastating Beauty の小説・ストーリー

Yurich A child without love, a man without morals, and a life based on carnage is in this diabolical friend in which I am always being shaped, when something good or beautiful appears I have a perverse taste in touching. Unlike Midas does not become gleaming like gold but distorts into ashes heaped at my feet, destroying any goodness is easy, breaking beauty is as natural as dawn. Your innocent eyes cry out for the wickedness I carry with me, so why would you deny it?

The watchers groaned, some spilling on the glass, others stroking harder, lost in the savage beauty of her undoing. She was wrecked. Ruined. Gone. And she never wanted it to stop.

— Then it's done, she will go, I don't want to either, but she wants to. Gabriel said. Alicia saw Gabriel's hand and took it. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push it away. He stared at Alicia and they kept that gaze without either of them saying anything. Later, Gabriel took his hand away, turned back. Alicia saw where he had turned. He saw a really beautiful woman. Dark hair reached her shoulders; beautiful, spectacular makeup, she was coming towards them. —Love, are you done? The woman asked. Alicia raised her gaze to that woman; she challenged her with her gaze. Alicia was intimidated and lowered her gaze immediately.

Like a painting across the sky… alive, radiant, divine. He felt fear, yes. A primal, instinctive fear clawed at his chest. But alongside it… There was peace. And yet—his hands trembled. He could see the wreckage, the carnage, the sheer devastation every bolt left behind. How can something so beautiful… be so merciless?

The ambient light, once romantic and hopeful, now casts haunting shadows on the devastation. His hands, once tender, now move with a destructive force, systematically dismantling every element of the stateroom. The jacuzzi, dining area, and lounge—each corner of the yacht bears the brunt of his despair. The very essence of the scene, intended to be a canvas for blossoming love, transforms into a heart-wrenching reflection of his own heartache.

It seems that you are dragged into this mess to do what you are doing,” Regina advised. “Beauty of any kind is at the eyes that look at it; there are many counterfeit faces in this modern age: plastic faces, surgical faces, cream faces and pancake faces. Nature endows one with supernatural beauty. The fact is that whatever way beauty is made, artificial or supernatural, it is still beauty at the eyes that look at it. If my husband accepts my abject character which you found out, you have no right to stop me from putting on anything,” Vivian emphatically declared.

She was a little miracle, and he was starting to feel like if given half a chance, he’d fall to his knees in front of her. All his life, Viking had heard that true beauty chased away the ugliest parts of humanity, that light made the darkness flee in terror. He’d always thought that was ridiculous, poetic idiocy; nothing that he’d seen in war had ever convinced him that violence and pain and damage were weakened by anything, let alone banished by the good.

"But what Fanat? Tell me" "Some people were blessed with sufferance, believing in destiny in aspect of life and death. Although, I should say God has created his subjects in various forms. So, for prince pial, he was destinated with your love. It's not just his devotion, not at all. Have you ever heard about a disease of an excessive love? Prince pial was destined with such an ailment. It is called MANIA and it's seriously affecting his life Ixan". Ixan's heart broken as the face powder of her hand felt down. A hard tears of distress filled her eyes. "WHAT!" She sounded in deep pain and sorrow, looking at Fanat surprisingly.