Amour Aesthetics Novels & Stories

She opened it carefully and saw a silver charm bracelet that had little stars, hearts, and dolphins hanging on it. "It's so beautiful. I loved it." She hugged him. It overwhelmed Fiona. She was really stunned when Justin confessed that he likes her. She never once thought that he could like an ordinary girl like her. You can call it intuition, but she knows they can make their marriage work if they both want it.

Mais j'ai juste une questions pour vous. Tous le regardèrent sans vraiment comprendre ce qu'il voulait dire pour l'instant. Il reprit la parole Dites moi c'est quoi << l'AMOUR>> Chacun d'entre eux se regardaient et se demandaient pourquoi une question du genre. L'un d'eux prit la parole et dit. l'amour est un sentiment sans définition ni explication. Il donne la joie au coeur comme il peut faire saigner des cœurs.

So before Maru got consumed with the fires of his conflicting self control and desire, he could only reciprocate something wilder than what Mistress Ais had shown earlier in order to assuage his raging emotions. The dark shades akin to the kiss of the night that was Mistress Ais’s gown disintegrated with a touch. The fragmented parts flew in the four corners of the room like butterflies upon flowers that added much visual delight to the couple in the midst of their lovemaking. And within a breath, everybody around witnessed the bare glory of a woman who was the personification of a goddess in the flesh. Ripe proud mountains that were created solely for the purpose of a gentle hike and some m

Cole had seen many beautiful ladies in his life time, starting from his own mother and Sister but Amy was different, with her blue eyes and dark hair, long legs and curvy figure, she has a different kind of beauty that attracts and tend to hold people's attention, while she wasn't drop dead beautiful like her Sister, Anika, she had a deeper beauty and grace that teased Cole's Senses, She made the other women he had bedded pale in comparison to her,not that he was comparing. Amy watched as Cole leaned against the door frame of her shop, she pretended not to notice the way his gaze rested on her, making her stomach flip. It was hard enough Concentrating when he wasn't there, and now that he's

When the microphone was passed to Damon, he spoke languidly. "I've had several interactions with Ms. York in private before. I have some suspicions about her usage of the concept of 'An Equal Love,'" he said. "Prestige aims to produce unrivaled jewelry, and we require the designer's principles and actions to align with each other. I don't think Ms. York is someone that fits that bill." He watched with glee as Celeste's face pinched tight, her smile slowly cracking.

Stylists tugged at fabric, twisted curls, whispered about blush tones and silk gloves. “Keep the neckline softer,” my mother said, her voice suddenly tender. “Sophia’s bone structure doesn’t need aggression.” Amara leaned against the wall, sipping cucumber water. “She needs something she can breathe in. God knows she won’t get much air after this.” “Charming,” I muttered. “Holy shit,” Amara gasped. “You look like a goddess,” she said, eyes wide. “Like Aphrodite if she was born in Manhattan and carried brass knuckles.”

-ATHENA- Amoux's eye blazed as he looked at us with all the hate he could muster, making me add more sweetness to my smile. "You speak a lot," Amoux complemented Atti, "I hope you are also capable of doing the work," "You'd be more than surprised with all the things I could do," Atti shot back beamingly, making Amoux press his lips in a thin line. "And if we stop talking and get down to work then you'd be able to see what I'm talking about," She added.

Some even dared to throw bold smiles her way. "It seems all the hawks are out of the nest today," Amélia joked lightly. "I don’t know how you handle so much attention." Jussara smiled, slightly embarrassed. "I think I’ve gotten used to it, Dona Amélia. But I must admit, sometimes it’s a little uncomfortable." "Oh, my dear, that’s the price of being beautiful and charming. And you handle it with great elegance." The two entered a refined boutique that exuded exclusivity. Amélia was immediately drawn to a section of unique decorative pieces. Among the items, she found a crystal sculpture shaped like a tree, each leaf detailed with precious stones that sparkled in the light.

Her peaceful expression tugged at his heartstrings, filling him with a deep sense of reality. “This world has been too cruel to you, Angel.” He muttered softly. Beneath the gentle caress of the moonlight, Amara looked ethereal. So innocent. The soft silver beams spilt through the window, casting a delicate radiance upon her face. Her ebony hair cascaded in graceful waves around her, like strands of midnight silk, contrasting with her porcelain skin. Moonlight danced upon her delicate features, illuminating the contours of her face, revealing the subtle curve of her cheekbones, the graceful arch of her brows, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath.

Anderson moved closer to Alec to inform him while he stared at the Alpha embracing his Luna. "Of course, you can't because my presence is like the moon...everywhere." They all looked up at the source of the words, their eyes widened in daze and amazement as they stared at the owner of the smooth voice. Beautiful was too little of a word to describe the person above them, none of them could turn their heads. The beauty was endearing and enamouring from the white robe to the white hair. Amaris remained in the air with his long robe flying around him and his hair wafting in front of his electric eyes, bright like the moon. The moment was so surreal and Amaris could only smirk because he knew th