Amour Aesthetics の小説・ストーリー

The makeup artists, hairdresser, dresser, they were all roaming around in the room as they did their job. Amour stood at the center of the room, adorned in her gown. Just a mere look at the gown and one could guess it cost a fortune. Her spotless white gown sprawled out, brushing the floor. The gown was adorned with pearls and diamond Her makeup looked simple, yet her natural beauty gave off this sweet and delicate aura. Her hair was packed in a bun with the veil fixed on it, covering part of her face. Amour smiled beautifully as the specialist did some final touch to her outfit. The door opened and Flame together with Amelia walked in the room

"But Frahisto is ugly, if we fill all the walls with color. That's vandalism!” He scratched his forehead and did not comment. He just smiled and led her inside the house. The design is modern and Odessa can say that it has an organized personality. From interior design, to flooring. On the wall and the colors it used which are all dark colors. The aura was sad and he felt it. “Frahisto...”

They're dangerous. "She's very pretty but her bosom is far from impressive. She's skinny, too tall and she's the type that easily falls in love. Definitely not my style," I replied and he rolled his eyes. "What's so wrong with the last part? Don't you want a woman who loves you?" he asked and I took time to think of a perfect response to his question.

Cheers and applause ring out from around us, but I’m focused on the man before me. The man who came into my life without prior notice. We fought, we argued, we separated, just to find ourselves, but we never truly could be ourselves without the other. Like aphrodisiac, he stimulates the desire in me, not just sexually. He stimulates me to be better, he stimulates me by caring for me, by being a good father and partner. He makes love to my heart ,my body and my mind, and I know that forever was too short to spend loving this man. “ I love you,” I whisper breathlessly when we pull away.

A blonde-haired lie. A memory flashed: her mother’s hands, calloused from restoring rare manuscripts, smoothing Amara’s dark hair as she read aloud. "Real beauty isn’t in palaces, ma chérie," she’d whispered. "It’s in the quiet moments—the smell of rain on old paper, the weight of truth in your bones."

Amara's body shook with repugnance, she hated that sound. In a turning fusillade she looked around but found the room was empty. Amara kept having the kind of disturbing, lustful groans since a while. "Wow she is delicious and beautiful from head to toes." There was an insatiable hunger in his words. "What a mesmerizing fragrance." He breaths out the words of thirst. "She is now a complete woman. Her soft body, those entwining curves, everything is mine." He roared in an order. "I had been waiting since ages for you my beauty...." That monstrous laughter echoed in the room.

Her voice was sharp, and she clearly didn't appreciate being spoken to like that. Eryx rolled his eyes, his annoyance palpable. He wasn’t in the mood for this argument and certainly didn’t have the energy to entertain her anymore. “And tell me one reason why you want to marry me," he snapped. "There are plenty of men out there who are more handsome than I am. Why me?” Amy didn't hesitate. “Because I love you,” she said, her words quick and direct. Eryx let out a harsh laugh, disbelief dripping from his tone. “Fuck your love,” he scoffed. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t be out there fucking around.”

Caroline nodded at Arabelle's answer and didn't question more . Arabelle grabbed her leather jacket and grinned looking in the mirror . She was having a red lipstick with a very thin strapped black top with a v neck . The necklace she wore was like a chocker with its chain running down between her breasts . As soon as Archer walked in his eyes went wide at his belle's appearance. "Belle . What the fuck are you wearing !?" He yelled .

Aurelia I prepare the apartment with the same meticulous care I apply to high-stakes negotiations. Each element has purpose, a carefully curated atmosphere designed to relax and invite confidence. The lights are set low but not dim enough to hide anything—just enough to soften edges and deflect harsh scrutiny. The space is immaculate, yet holds the casual warmth of someone who lives there, creating an inviting ambiance. A bottle of wine breathes on the counter, the aroma mingling with the faint scent of fresh flowers I picked earlier, enhancing the illusion of effortless elegance.

Mark’s mother mumbled while looking at her daughter-in-law. Angelo studied the image- that is- reflected in the mirror, and once again, he was awed by Aimie’s breathtaking beauty. From the medium-length hair to textured longer lob with white ends, it stressed the beautiful face of Aimie. Angelo even had forgotten that he had been heartbroken just a while ago because of goddess Amanda; he now instead looked admiringly at the attractive face of Aimie in the mirror. “I want to marry the girl that is reflected in the mirror,” Angelo unconsciously muttered.