Aesthetic Christmas Pfp Novels & Stories

No one knows how the real Christian Miller looked like untill that day. This day, not only did Christian decided to reveal his face, he also received a global award as the best designer. Christian can be considered handsome in a rugged way. His crooked nose and his broad looking body resembles a street fighter. But his refined clothing and styling masked that edge and made him look stylish. His olive coloured skin is polished with a tint of makeup. One of his front tooth is missing which he replaced with a platinum teeth. All the media persons are snapping their cameras like crazy to take as many pictures as possible.

All I could do was salvage the moment in silence. " So you don't like the idea of unwrapping presents during chrismas season?" I gave a fake pout, bringing out my infatile side. " Do I look five years old to you?" I pretended to assess her body, scanning her from head to toe in a pretentious contemplative manner then replied with a ; "Maybe if you had your hair in pigs tails , you could pass off as a demented five year old." " Of course you'd say something as grossly weird as that,"

Amanda, as it turned out, was a person of great pride. Dickson’s expression darkened as he located her I*******m account. Her profile photo remained unchanged, a snapshot from her high school days—a time when she exuded beauty and vitality. In the picture, her eyes sparkled like bright stars, captivating anyone who laid eyes on them. Regrettably, those starry eyes were no longer visible to him.

Watching the car wheel stop at the traffic light. “You good, Rory?” Nicholas’s voice pulled him back. “Yeah… splendid.” Looking back at his phone, photos of Christine Hewitt stared back at him. She was as beautiful as beautiful could be. But she was not what he had expected her to be; that is for sure. Christine, or Christy, was an albino lady. And a very popular social media influencer. According to Wiki, she got her fame from her rare albino looks. With her very whitish hair and pinkish eyes.

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

Hotsearch F******k. Anne Jenner returned, incredibly beautiful. The photo below. A short black shirt, wide black pants suddenly hidden, a small waist, a high ponytail, and a baby-like face, most importantly, her aura has changed to look like an escaped fairy. profanity, some fans say, her aura really makes people pray but can't. Edward Mitchell looked at the other words. Pray but can't?

I nod, “I’ll teach you how to edit your videos the right way, there’s more to making videos than just uploading. You need an aesthetic.” “What’s yours?” “Bows,” she laughs. “And blue. I change my sheets to blue often. Wear blue, use blue toys half the time, and I wear a blue wig sometimes.” I nod, “I don't have an aesthetic.” “Pink!” She says, putting her shake down. “And we can get you a mask, cinderella vibes or just blur your face out.” “Okay,” I nod. “And a name, we need a name for this. Do you have anything in mind?” She pauses, dialling on my reaction but I shake my head. “Beastly Beauty,” she says. “What do you think? It suits you.”

"Can you dance?" "I can manage not to step on your feet." "Good enough." He leans back. "The theme this year is Arctic Royalty. Which means everything will be nauseatingly Christmas-themed." Something in his tone makes me look up. There's an edge there, sharp and bitter. "You don't like Christmas?" I ask carefully. "I hate Christmas." His voice is flat. "The performative cheer, the forced sentiment, the tacky decorations everywhere. It's all fake. People pretending to be better versions of themselves for a few weeks before going back to being terrible."

I look over at Yasmin like she’s lost her mind as I tape up another line of tinsel over the napkins and straws. “How could you hate Christmas, you cuckoo bird?” I ask. “It’s like, the cheeriest, happiest, friendliest—” “Annoyingest—” “Most annoying,” I correct her. “Like you.” She smirks, pointing a finger at me. “Annoyingest time of year.” I faux-gasp, placing a hand over my gaping mouth. “Sinful!” “Oh, shut up! Everyone is running around pretending to like each other, pretending to be cheery, pretending they don’t all want to kill each other over politics and religion every five seconds—”

Especially Aiden who has just completely changed forever. Xx____xX