Acid Pixie Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"Shut up Star Girl, anything wrong that you do today would be blamed on someone else. Hehe" "Wow...oh...okay...he- he-he" Note to self; Do not do anything wrong. Dragging my hand, he led me to Ajax Williams, a renowned Makeup Artist. Where the fucking hell are we going to get the money to pay him?! "Okay Soph, that's not your business, totally none of your business." My subconscious said. Fine! "Make her perfect," Alex ordered, dropping my head and whirling his way out of the room. "OMG, you look so gorgeous." Ajax said, making his 'gorgeous' sound like 'Gorr-geouss'. "And the man is saying that I should make you perfect. Can you kill a dead man?"

But then again, everything about the Pirate was unusual, from her magic to her personality to her friend. I couldn't put my thumb on it, but even though she looked fae, it didn't feel right to call her one either. "She needs those off to shift back into her pixie form." "Fat chance," Kier snarled. She arched a brow at him, crossing her arms across her chest. A lock of her fiery red hair fell over her shoulder with the movement. "Where do you think pixie dust comes from, mosquito?" This time Balthazar barked a laugh.

“You are?” The pixie answered with her nose and lips pointed out. “A pixie as you can see. And I say you will only pass through the gate if you answer three of my riddles.” She carries this green vibrant pair of eyes, a strange floral mark on her forehead, and a band of weaved leaves around her head. Wearing all in lime emerald shade, her hyaline wings, her runty grass-like dress that cuts off in her pygmy knees, and her leafy shoes that extends up to her patella. She has this white crystal-like hair braided so long that it outgrew her size, pfft. “What are you laughing about?” she again voiced that I chuckled the second time.

She asked me. "Yup", I feel like I want to do something too. We finished up our manicures and pedicures and then went to one of the best salons. She had flowing black hair which she traded for a pixie cut, that resembled Tokyo from Money Heist in season 3, and then dyed it platinum blonde. She looked really good.

"I understand, you never explained it to me." "Huh, what do you know?" Axe gave up his intention of turning his back on Laura. A feeling of anger and hatred suddenly enveloped his smoky head. "You never know anything, Laura. All you know is preening, squandering my money on tinting your pale skin to make it an exotic brown. Last month you just injected your lips with a gallon of silicone to make it look swollen like you've been stung by a bee. And as if that's not enough, you dye your hair in expensive salons that are usually reserved for actress only. But look at you. Look at your disgusting face, Laura! Your hair, which was brown and beautiful, now looks like a tangled palm broom. You're w

I could easily see her swapping out her white smock for a leather corset and riding crop. “Get it off, then,” I say grumpily. With one quick jerk, the aesthetician rips off the strip, leaving another stripe of smooth pink skin. I shriek and let out a string of expletives, some English and some Italian. The aesthetician doesn’t even flinch. I’m sure she’s heard it all. “Alright, that’s enough!” I say. “You can’t leave it like that,” she says, wrinkling her nose. Cazzo! I’ve got about two-thirds of my pussy waxed, with little patches of hair in odd places. It does look fucking awful. I don’t care for Calester’s sake, but I don’t want to have to look at that for weeks until it grows out again.

Pixie I just finished checking my skates. Then I adjusted my costume. Anna always does an excellent job but this one has to be my all time favorite. It is a white bodysuit with orange, yellow and red flames going from just above my navel, up my chest, over my shoulders and down my back. I have gemstone covered fabric bracelets around my wrists and the same as a necklace. Attached to the bracelets and necklace is sheer fabric with the same flame design so when I hold out my arms the fabric will flow behind me. The effect is going to be amazing. At least I hope so. I’m almost ready to take the ice. I just have to do one thing. It is something that Rocket and I have always done before a long p

He asked me to show him my eyes and I took off my contact lenses. “That is so wicked!” he said in awe, making me giggle. “The two of you are strange,” I smiled. Pixie scoffed. “The two of us know beauty when we see it.” “So, what about you Cy?” I asked him. “I’m here, there and everywhere. Most people say I’m intelligent, and I guess I am. I like to have a fun time and make people laugh. My home life is pretty standard. I’m single and according to my best friends, I’m talkative too,” he mock glared at us.

Her nail turned white instantly and started to grow into a dark purple. "But you are beautiful." Alpha Rigie defended instantly. He composed himself and cleared his throat before continuing, "You are the most beautiful she wolf in out pack. If you go there and attentwnd with me, an everlasting impression of our pack will be created in other Alpha's mind. And I know you are not weak either. You are a decent fighter and a very good candidate to go to the Gala with me." Alpha Rigie said. He shifted his gaze from Faith to Dea, as if he knew that Dea could get Faith tk say yes.

Axis pov Axis ran his hands through his black and red streaked hair and glanced across the landscape with his single good eye. Being a nine-foot-tall Scottish unseelie fairy made venturing into the human realm a tedious chore. He would have refused but his best friend Keran, the unseelie king had asked him for the favor of collecting wildflowers from the American state of Montana. Why he wanted them he didn't know, nor had he asked. He had used his glamor to change his height to a more realistic six and a half feet, his hair to a deep auburn, and his one eye a shade of green. He kept his eyepatch, liking the way it made him look like the hardened warrior he was. He realized he had appeared i