Aesthetic Christmas Pfp Novels & Stories

without hurting anyone's feelings. I remembered my little cousin, who lives in Ohio, asking me if she looks cute in her fairy princess costume. It is made up of neon pink fabric, bright blue lace, and assorted colors of beads from red to violet that is wrapped around her waist. So really, she looks like vomit disguised as a rainbow that came out from a unicorn. I know that describing someone as unicorn barf is an insult even if it's colorful, which is why I chose the safe answer and said, "You look like a unicorn...?"

"They were for my daughter. They were her Christmas and birthday present plus her biggest wish... I was going to make her Christmas wish finally come true. AND NOW IT'S ALL RUINED!" By the time she has finished talking, she has gone from sad to angry and it's a side that I like. I would much prefer her anger to her sadness and tears. "Well, there's still time until Christmas and when is her birthday?" she smiles, and for once, it's genuine and happy, and fuck she looks beautiful. "Her birthday is on Christmas day. She's a Christmas baby. A Christmas blessing." Now I can understand her smile because it makes me smile too.

A storm behind the smiles. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him. Lena shot across the room like a chaotic missile, skidding into me with a hug that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Jesus Christ, you look like a Disney princess who failed the survival side quest,” she said, tugging my hood down. “Did he cheat with a girl? A guy? A whole choir? Spill.” I choked on a laugh—weak, cracked. “Guy.” She froze. Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.”

Then, I reveal, “Uglify yourself.” He strikes me a dubious glare, I nod at him. “Yes, you haven’t heard me wrong. I said UGLIFY.” I elaborate, “Nothing nasty to be done, you just have to put on ridiculous makeup and funny clothes.” He pauses, “Like a… clown?” Yes! “Exactly!” like a clown! Or even, “A Christmas tree!” Well, maybe not Christmas, just those decorated with lightbulbs. Christmas is seven and a half months away. So, if Jamie wears like a tree with lightbulbs, “Even if you attend the blind date, your date won’t be daring enough to finish that dinner with you.”

My jealousy flares up when I see her with her arms around other guys, mostly Danny and Alex, but some others I don't recognise as well. I click through the photos until I get to ones where they're in normal clothes, she's sat on her own with Alex, too close to him in my opinion, but then they're turned towards the camera, eyes sparkling and grinning with cheeks puffed out, pink and white marshmallows showing where their teeth should be and in the next photo her blonde curly haired friend is laughing, Aurora giving her the finger while she's spitting chewed up marshmallows into white paper towels. It should be unattractive and I can't believe she hasn't untagged herself, I thought girls neede

I Made A Deal With The Devil . Chapter 54: adjusting to the pattern . Akio loves Christmas. It’s his favorite time of the year. It always has been. He loves the colorful lights strung up on houses and trees. He loves the festive and bright decor: poinsettias, holly, and wreaths adorned with pinecones and big, red bows; Christmas trees dressed up with candy canes, glistening ornaments, and shiny ribbons; fireplace mantels garnished with stockings, majestic garlands, and a plate of cookies for Santa, of course.

I say staring at her. “They are blue like the ocean. It makes me think of a beautiful, hot summers day. The beach, one of my favorite places to go. The gold reminds me of the stars on a perfect, clear night” She says, her breathing slowing down. “Okay, yeah good. Now, this photo, what about this photo” I say unlocking my phone, to show the picture of Kisses and I at Christmas. “That was one of the best Christmas’ of my life. Everyone was so inviting. You and your family are the most generous people I have ever met. I couldn’t be happier to know you guys” She says smiling, perfectly fine now.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” His lips met hers, and Pooch yipped in glee as all three of them got their Christmas wish--to be together for Christmas.

“But that’s the difference between them and us. We can be who we are authentically without worrying about the paparazzi, the cops, or what people are gonna say.” She let out a nervous chuckle. “That’s still… that’s still hard to ignore. People can be… mean.” “They can. You can be meaner.” I walked to her. Looking at her reflection in the mirror. “You have natural high arches on your eyebrow and cheekbones. Naturally cupid bow shaped lips. Fiery red hair and a skinny but well defined figure. And the eyes. You have very expressionistic eyes.” “What? Me?” “Yes. You. I’ve painted people like you but once. Because beauties like you are usually very rare.” I smiled. “Looking like an elf gives you

Jordan Hall stood beneath the blinding studio lights, looking every bit the polished NFL superstar they wanted him to be. If perfection had a physical form, his publicists liked to say, Jordan was dangerously close to it. He looked like an Adonis—handsome in that soft, all‑American, golden-boy way that made endorsement companies drool over him. His usually dark blond hair had been dyed a warm chestnut for the holiday campaign, and the rich color made his hazel eyes appear warmer, deeper, almost honey-like when the light hit them just right. Clean‑shaven for the first time in months, his jawline looked sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room, giving him a younger, more boyish char