Novel & Cerita Aesthetic Harry Potter

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

Who in their right mind is late for this class? Me. Apparently. Mr. Harry, the Calculus lecturer is attractive. There, I said it. It’s probably inappropriate to describe my twenty-nine-year-old professor that way, but I would be lying if I said other students don’t say worse. He has piercing steel-gray eyes, dark brown hair, an almost angelic smile, and broad shoulders. Sometimes I am convinced he doesn’t belong in the real world. Honestly, I’m sure most girls are putting themselves through Calculus torture just for him. There’s one admirable and extremely annoying—thing about him though.

Debby couldn't find any reasonable logic to the paradox of how a beast like Harry Vernon could effortlessly make her reach orgasm, without even thrusting inside her. His body felt warm against her skin and despite the fact that he was no longer in sight, Debby could still perceive his sweet cologne in her nostrils. It was impossible to resist him. He was very seductive, from his gorgeous and handsome face to his long nose, pink lips and his hazel blue eyes. He looked like he was specially crafted by god cause his handsomeness is out of this world.

The moment he stood up, and I saw his face I scowled. Harry! As usual, he had a devious grin on his wicked lips. I extended my hand in order to take the phone from him but he stepped back. I roll my eyes in annoyance. He licked his lips, then bit them seductively. Trying his best to be sexy, but obviously it wasn't working. He ran his hand through his messy hair. You can never see him and his hair is properly brushed down. He would be so intriguing if he wasn't so revolting! He's like that one person you find completely attractive, until you meet their fucked up personality.

Although Harriet is not wearing make-up, which almost all of the girls do during her age, everyone will agree that Harriet might be the most gorgeous student in the school. Her round hazelnut eyes are like chocolate that was melted in perfection. Every time she blinks, her long lashes appear like fluttering butterflies. She has pointed small nose, cupid natural pink lips and a small face that she can hide using her hands. And her natural brown hair waves along with the gentle breeze of the morning breeze, leaving a lavender scent when she passes by. Zion with Harriet together makes a masterpiece painting drawn by a meticulous artist. They look so good together, and some thought they are act

Harley’s POV Aiden’s deep brown hair was in messy curls as always with locks falling around his face. His peppermint scent was mixed with alcohol and I wondered how much he had had to drink. I had to caution myself to stop staring too much as Holly never lost herself staring at him. I took my gaze away from him, trying to act as nonchalant as Holly. “Well, the dress is so beautiful, I couldn’t resist wearing it.”

I looked surprised at him wondering how he gets to be so calm after knowing that his girlfriend might probably be flirting with the bastard as we speak. And wait did Harry just call the bastard handsome? It's no doubt that the bastard was super cute but have you seen Harry. He is not all that masculine but he has the most beautiful face that would melt any girl's heart. His blue eyes are so beautiful that every time you look at them, you don't just want to take off your eyes from them. “ Should I sit with you?” He asked, his voice jolting me out of my thoughts. I cleared my throat and nodded a yes to his request, even though there was a silent voice in my head screaming 'danger'

Inside the small room was a small shelf with bottles of potions with different colors. A small table with a wooden bowl on top of it was placed close to the table and on top of it was a large crystal ball. Annette went to stand in front of the table. She shifted the wooden bowl to the side so she could see the crystal. She removed her hood and let it fall to her back, revealing her ugly nature. The wrinkles on her face had doubled and dark tiny veins had also taken over one side of her face. Her eyes hid deep into the sockets and dark circles surrounded her eyelids. Her almond brown hair was even more scantier. Her face was one of horror. But still, Her heart was even uglier and darker compa

I am trying not to be jealous of her but it’s hard when I see beta Harry with her. He is just perfect, god like even. He has green eyes that reminds me of the woods, something dangerous, mysterious, beautiful and peaceful at the same time. He is an enigma, a handsome one that I want to understand. I want more than to understand him, I want him, all of him and only for me. He is tall with messy blond hair and he is casually dressed. He looks unforcedly good. He doesn’t even try and he looks like a Greek god. His body, don’t let me start about that. His body is a sin and I want so desperately to be a sinner.

Those eyes, paired with his strong, chiseled jawline, gave him an aura of both danger and allure, a potent combination that stirred emotions deep within her. Azazel's hair was meticulously slicked back, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. Every strand seemed to be perfectly in place, a testament to his meticulous attention to detail. The dark locks gleamed under the streetlights, casting an ethereal glow around him. Olivia felt a tug at her heartstrings as she resisted the temptation to reach out and run her fingers through that perfectly styled hair.