Aesthetic Profile Picture Anime Novels & Stories

Her perfect body seems elegantly beautiful as if it was meant for only her. Unlike Melissa, who still had her black Leotard and nothing else. No pants, no bra, no slippers just that! Her red hair had spikes like she just fought with the walking dead! She looks wide like a warrior princess, originated from an anime character. Her big brown eyes look slightly swollen and red, the aftereffect of crying for long. Her cheeks were also red, obviously hot red! Her palms and finger look slightly bruised same as her neck and healing cuts at the corner of her lips.

“What is this? Where am I?” There were no signs of another life aside from me. The leaves danced gleefully with the wind and the branches of trees swayed simultaneously. “You’re in your dream state.” I almost jumped in shock when someone spoke behind my back. My eyes darted at him from head to foot. His vibrant aura shined luminously like diamonds. The strands of his ash-gray colored hair resembled Kakashi’s. Kakashi was my favorite anime character. He looked like he just came out of Webtoon.

After a few more unsuccessful candidates, finally a good profile appeared on the screen. “Hey, this guy looks quite interesting," Yuki said, pointing at the screen. "He's a graphic designer, likes animals and cooking. He has two pets. A golden retriever named Prince and a black cat named princess”. Yuki laughed. “Sounds like a family type of guy, and he has a pretty cute smile, a blonde Ken. What do you think?" Angela leaned in for a closer look. “He does seem like a good guy. And he doesn't look like Antonio, which is a plus.”

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

They both stare at each other in disgust- “Uweh… It’s you…,” they say at the same time. The girl was another one of his friends named Ayame. She had long black hair and was really beautiful. A slender body to a pretty face. Everyone looked up to her but she never made contact with anyone other than Akihiko since he made contact with her first by calling her something ridiculous. She stood first in academics every single year. Her eyes looked just like Akihiko’s. They were blood red in colour. These were the only human friends he has had from middle school.

he said softly, not wanting to break his mate's concentration as he worked. He grunted in surprise when Allen clicked his fingers, it looked as though he had pulled something from his head. He looked down when Allen handed him a photo of a beautiful woman. She was a mixture of Allen and Rose with long dark hair that reached past her waist and a simple, if not extremely old-fashioned high necked dress. She was surrounded by trees and flowers. She didn't look ecstatic, but she looked content, Allen side smile tugging at her lips. “She was beautiful,” Sebestian said, looking up at his mate.

huge man to be considered an omega, but his gentle aura literally pours out of him. Her mother is just as kind, but she looks like if you ever tried her, she'd have no problem going down too if it meant you no longer exist. She reminds me of my mom and auntie. Psy is unbelievably beautiful, and I think thats why they choose to pick on her. She has fluffy, curly blonde hair with the clearest blue eyes. Her cheeks are lightly dusted with freckles, and she has a beauty mark by her right eye, right underneath it. She has a nice tan with a cute sharp nose and full, pouty lips. She's my age, but I can already tell she's gonna be an absolute knockout as she ages. Especially if her mother was any i

I didn't know when I clicked on his profile and was taken to his page. He had twenty thousand followers and followed just a few. I found myself scrolling through the pictures he posted. He didn't have many posts—just ten—and only four were of his face. The rest were just pictures of the sky and nature scenes. I clicked on his recent post, and so help me God, I felt the tingling in between my legs as I stared at the picture. He was in a casual outfit—a top that tightened around his arm, showing his muscle. The image of me gripping his arm flashed before me. How can someone be this handsome? How does he keep in shape and look so young? I zoomed into the picture, over the muscular arm. However,

He had seemed like such a nice guy. She should have known better. With a frown, she clicked and deleted the profile picture, replacing it with an older photo. This one showed a different side of her-an anxious and insecure version of herself. It felt like she didn't even know that Beauty anymore, especially compared to the bright smile in the picture wearing Bruno's design.