Aesthetic Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It was the body of someone who worked physically rather than trained for aesthetics, the muscles built from lifting heavy hay bales, wrestling stubborn sheep, climbing fences, and walking the fields through thick mud. It was precisely the type of physique that Harry preferred. Raw masculine beauty that contrasted spectacularly to their own, just as Jules’ darkness contrasted to their gold. They had not missed the admiration of Talen’s mates, nor the werewolves and humans of Havermouth, as they had watched Jules and Harry together, and knew that they featured in many people’s lustful fantasies. Jules stripped to the skin, his cock standing as a proud invitation for Harry to do their worst… or

"She doesn't smell like a shit..." Aurora smells like fresh flowers and he can't forget the scent which allures him to sleep. "And the last thing, she knows how to answer verbally..." He gritted. "You are not beautiful like her..." He glared at her. She looks exactly like Aurora but she lacks the innocent aura which Aurora holds. Her glow is different and that is what makes her beautiful. Her skin is alive and glows even if she is depressed. She has the beauty which comes from within. "Anything else you want to know about my girl..."

Aurora’s phone began to buzz nonstop under the flood of Megan’s texts. [Oh my god, this director’s sense of aesthetics is incredible! He captured every bit of your beauty perfectly!] [The moment I saw this poster, I just knew that this director must be a genius!] [Who needs a goddess when you exist? It’s the perfect blend of talent and beauty. Only a true artist could capture your charm this perfectly!] Aurora rubbed her forehead, half laughing, half helpless. She typed a quiet reply. [He’s a variety show director…]

Angel made an attempt to run out but not so fast as Anna prevented her from doing so. Once Harry opened his eyes to the brightness of the day,he stated at Bethel who was sleeping soundly. His gaze lowered and feasted on her naked lush body. He hated to admit to himself that she has the most beautiful body he had ever seen. He had seen a lot of bodies but hers is different, she is beautiful and endowed,her body is divine. The red prints on her skin caused by his hands reminded him of the way he had her last night. A more glaring realization stuck him.

Harry already had his bead bent downwards so he could face the book but his taut arm was holding my body closely to the side of his warm body, making me feel both the shiver and the heat from his pleasant touch. I raised my head a little, my eyes smartly flicking upwards to steal a glance at Harry's unfriendly but handsome face. His blue eyes were not smiling, it almost looked like he had an issue with the book he was reading. Through his glasses, I could see how his eyes hardened on the book. I had planned to give a brief look, but I can't gaze away now. Harry has this perfect imperfection thing in him that makes him so damn attractive. No wonder girls still stare, love and follow him despi