Aesthetic Christmas Pfp の小説・ストーリー

Give your heart to someone for a day Make this your most unforgettable holiday. I sigh through pursed lips from what I pick from the Christmas Holibox. I scan the area looking for a guy with an approachable aura and there opposite me, is someone who just picks a strip from another Christmas Holibox. Let this day be your most unforgettable holiday! Aja, Maxine! I cheer myself.

While I'm a girl who's good at nothing but hurting his feelings. “Would you like to go to the souvenir shop?” Jace asked while we're taking off our skiing gears. I nodded and smile. “Okay.” The souvenir shop is just near from where we are skiing so we just decided to go there already. I decided to buy some for Christine and my siblings. There were so many adorable items and souvenirs in the shop but then the figurine of a blue penguin caught my eye. It really looks like that pororo that Lucifer really likes. I’m sure he’ll be so happy to see this.

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.

There was just no way to make that happen. Visions of herself and Brady sitting beneath a Christmas tree in a beautiful home, sipping coffee and leisurely opening gifts with Pooch lying on the carpet between them made her smile. “That is just a Christmas dream,” she murmured. A Christmas dream she had no reason to think could possibly come true.

She was wearing this brown ragged clothes, and an old shoe that was bigger than her feet. "Hi, merry Christmas" she lively said as she was looking at me with a smile. I bent my knees down so I could see her better. She has this amber eyes, a beautiful long red hair and red lips and cheeks. I smiled at her and replied, "Hello, Merry Christmas too. What's your name?" "I am Aaliyah, would you want some candy cane?" she said me as she offers me some. I picked the smaller one in her hand, "Thank you, you're very kind."

“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

He asks if I like it. I look at the tree. It is not perfect. The branches are uneven, the trunk slightly crooked, the top bent to one side. But it is green, alive, fragrant. It fills the room with the smell of forest. I tell him it is fine. He smiles. A small smile, uncertain, hopeful. He says he will get decorations. Lights, ornaments, a star for the top. He will make it beautiful. I tell him he does not need to. He looks at me. He says he wants to. For Eleanor. For her first Christmas.

She was the friend who knew the latest trends before they were cool, the one who could make any outfit look like it was plucked from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. Ashley, the birthday girl, went for the classic "Fashionista Sasha." Her curly short hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wore a pink mini-dress that matched her doll's outfit, complete with a chic belt and dainty heels. Her makeup was minimal but effective, letting her natural beauty shine through. Sasha's outfit was the epitome of sophistication and poise, much like Ashley herself, who always knew how to navigate social situations with grace.

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