Amour Aesthetics Novels & Stories

All those below them follow them. "Agape, where are you from?" Amoroso asked the sister who had just arrived. Agape is wonderful. Its long and wavy hair is very light. Its skin is almost as white as snow and as smooth as porcelain. Her eyes were the color of amaranthine, her red lips, and her perfectly shaped face. The appearance of Amoroso and Agamemnon is not far off. All three of them have a beautiful uniqueness. "I just visited the fountain of youth. It won't last long and it will dry up." Agape responded.

An ideal world where no competition is allowed, only a crowd, which despite being exhausted, is relentless when it comes to one day reaching the standards of beauty that belong to them. That is why, tonight, I choose to challenge everything he believes in by clinging to the theory that yes, aesthetic beauty is certainly attractive, but over time, one will need something more to keep the admiration burning like a flame. This may be intelligence, charismas, or a lost soul for those who love to mend one. The pity being that, most of the time, this becomes a rip-off. For when plunging into the depths of another, one may be startled to discover that our pure desire does not match at all with our

Amore instantly yanks her head toward the bed. Pleading blue eyes stared back at her “Please…Please don't leave me. Take me with you. PLEASE!” Amore sighed, taking a deep breath while she closed her eyes. ‘Yip, I just knew this was way too easy!’ she grumbled underneath her breath.

I turn to Micheal and say "Help me explain this? Without freaking him out?" Micheal nods and says "Okay, well the first thing that you should know is that the Amore are basicly the same thing as a soulmate. They are paired together by the moon goddess herself. So rejecting your Amore is an insult to the goddess herself. Some people may still reject their Amore, but the way that we were raised we know that your amore is your other half, you will never feel whole on your own." He pauses and then adds "Do you understand so far?"

Wayne's POV Questions were popping in by the beautiful journalist, she is beautiful with long brown hair that cascades beneath her back, she has pink lips that give a perfect description of her beauty. She is light-skinned as she possesses a captivating brown-muddy eye. With her innocent smile exposing she asked me a question, I tried restraining my anger “of course a secret is a secret” I replied, I knew this show was a set up to disrupt the plan between I and the Manson oil company.

The owner of this room is a very messy person. On the ceiling is a sparkling crystal chandelier, and around the walls are flickering blue candles. They seem to be made of mermaid fat according to legend. This is something that Ciara had only read about in books, as it is extremely rare and difficult to create. Finding a stranded dead mermaid on the shore is nearly impossible. Hunting mermaids for their fat would be like committing a crime against the entire mermaid race. The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal.

He is your priority, your passion and your everything. This is the kind of love that every girl or woman wants. That deep and selfless love. Be it a working woman or your normal day girl--at some point in your life, you do dream of that selfless love. And my dream came to life in form of Akshay. Our relationship started with abhor and it turned to amour. My Akshay- My Amour. {}

God, it was an aesthetic. “I always wondered what it looked like,” Amelia smirked a little at me, the hardness of her demand falling away to be replaced by her usual playfulness. “This guy is gonna take some work.” She lowered her lips back to the head of my cock, kissing it messily while maintaining eye contact with me, her grey irises locked onto my expression. Again, her pale pink lips and white skin contrasting with the dark brown of my cock was more of a turn-on than I ever thought it could have been. I’d married a black woman, and other than Jane I’d only ever dated another black girl and a Hispanic girl. I’d never been with a white woman before, and I wasn’t much of a porn watcher.

“Amour must understand and understand, Ma.” After finishing her business with Amour, the woman who was already old but looked beautiful, immediately left there. He really couldn't bear it when he had to linger with Amour. In fact, just seeing Amour he is already reluctant, especially when he has to say at length like that, it feels very annoying and boring. However, to keep his good name a little left, he had to do just that. As soon as the mother left her presence, Amour could only sigh quite heavily. She had never been considered to exist, for the woman also that Amour was just a doll that had to obey its owner whenever desired and could be thrown away at any time when it was no longer nee

Luna is a woman of her words and if she said she will stay, she will. Like? He thinks so, a kind of like that is similar to attraction and admiration. Was it the pleasure? The taste of her kisses, the touch of their fingers? The way she looked and the way she always mesmerized him? Yes, that's it. He can call it anything, but he can never call it love. Amadeus did not notice that Damien's reckless warning would plant a deep seed inside him and cause him to question himself and the people around him. Amadeus threw the cigarette bud on the ashtray and groaned in irritation, he went to his room in the mansion and washed up before sleeping.