Acid Pixie Aesthetic Novels & Stories

His physique was chiseled and strong, and I found myself drawn to him, my gaze flickering to his gigantic shaft, my mind momentarily forgetting the pressing matters that had brought us here. Axel's voice broke the spell, his words tinged with amusement. "You know, if you keep gazing, we won't achieve what we came here for, Pixie." I looked up at him, feigning confusion, but he just chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. My cheeks flushed with heat as I realized I'd been caught staring.

She only blushed. She shook her head. “I’m not having a baby Charlie!!” “Yet.” Ace said with a smirk. He came down with a half-way buttoned up shirt, it was black which matched them all since everyone was wearing a black shirt. He had his hair a little bit wet and his tats on his neck made him irresistible. Plus his smell made her toes curl. Alex, Charlie and Sarah noticed how hot she was becoming as she was looking at her mate to which they only winked at each other.

Aveir exclaimed excitedly whilst I shook my head in surrender. "Shuu, shuu, you both are the creepiest creatures I've ever met." I told them mockingly. "At least, I'm beautiful." Pixie chirped in. "Duh." I said, rolling my eyes at her. She knows she's extremely pretty and doesn't hesitate to flaunt her beauty. Pixie is a very cheerful and nice girl. Though she's a vampire, she was also saved by Irene alongside Aveir and I.

Aesthetic's POV: “ I see… “ I murmured while looking at Spade's cold eyes then gulped many times to settle this uncomfortable feeling. “ I’m Aesthetic, but you can all call me Thea. “ I stated while wearing a fake smile on my face. How can I even smile if I know that I was sorrounded by these non-human creatures? They're all gorgeous but the fact that they have some hidden fangs inside their mouths make me wanna run away from here.

Aside from the various things that pixies are known for, they are also emotional beings whose moods are always reflected on their luminosity; almost as if they wear their hearts on their sleeves. Their natural glow is consistent with their physical attributes such as hair, eyes, skin, and so on. Parie is entirely pink from head to toe; thus, her light is a pastel pink tone. But now she's blazing an amber red, and Alesteria isn't sure why. 'What now?' "Alesteria! You have to explain to me what happened yesterday! Who were those kids? Why are they here? They somewhat resemble you, why is that?!" Parie's frantic flying and almost incomprehensible words perplexed Alesteria even more, leaving her

a journalist pointed the microphone at Joey and asked. Joey's ash blond hair fluttered as the wind blew, making her look attractive. Her beautiful eyes stared into the camera lens as she answered, "I like its name. It's also an old brand we all grew up with. There is some mismanagement internally, but that can be solved." "You must be aware that more than a million viewers tuned in for your show. However, they are concerned about the price. Pixie's products are often sold at a four-digit figure. Will it increase further with you at the helm?"

I gestured to our slumbering sisters. Gia’s honey brown eyes swirled and changed to emerald green, a sign that her power was slipping. It happens a lot when she’s frustrated. Her long red hair falling in curls to her waist, the green of her peasant dress making her eyes stand out sharply. Taking deep breaths, she gained her composure, her eyes returning to their honey brown color. Like all pixies, she had wing tattoos on her back; hers were vivid, shades of greens, pinks and browns, the colours of the earth element she controlled.

“I want a matte look with a touch of smoky eyes. I hate glossy lips so I want the matte look. “Excellent choice, ma'am. I hear you are going to a banquet so you need a frontal wig to complete your makeup. I would have styled your natural hair but it won't fit this look so I'll fix you a wavy-curl 24-inch frontal wig. I'm going to style it to the side so it would cover a part of your eyes—the right eyes, to be specific. Is that fine? “Just do your thing; what is your name, please? “Pardon my manners; I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Spicy, and I am the only makeup artist in New York who can add spice to your makeup glam. You can follow me on I*******m at @spicy_hott.

She said her name is Pixie. "I am lost!" And again she bawls which Mizuko rushed to say she was kidding. It stopped Pixie right away. "Well, how long has he been gone?" "Not too long ago actually." Pixie has pink long hair with highlights of sky blue and yellow. She has rosy cheeks and flowers were tucked against her hair. The flowers were mostly everywhere. She has a pale skin and she looks like a cute doll. Only she looks sassy. "Why are you--"

My heart beat behind the silk like a caged animal. In seven days, I would be free. But today, I was the bride of a monster. No thick powders, no bold lips, no smoky shadows. Axel didn’t like it. “Keep her natural,” he’d said once, almost bored. “I want her face the way it was when I first saw her.” So the Omegas obeyed. A soft brush of tinted balm over my lips. A touch of shimmer across my eyelids. Nothing more. I looked almost undone, bare, exposed, but I knew better.