Annie Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I had nothing less than an hour to clean up and glam up for the visit to Mrs Annabelle Greene’s residence. Gloria has been a big part of my life since everything change and her absence has been very draining especially at the moment, making over has never been my thing and it wasn’t about to be but I was meeting up with one of the most sophisticated woman In the states and also Ansel’s mother. I really did want to make a statement but my makeup skill was lacking, the door cracked open and Ansel body stood right in front on his black silk shirt and black pants, his brown hair slightly wet and rough given him the classy sexy bad boy look.

Ana complains, "I'm working! We are all working here, stop it." "You stop whining, baby. You’re my doll, you do as I say," she orders nonchalantly and forces Ana to look at the camera. Her blue eyes look out of this word under those lights and her baby-face skin looks flawless. I bet she uses all these fucking skincare things she’s trying to sell, "Smile for me.” "No, I look like shit," she growls stubbornly, lifting a hand to mess with her hair. But... no, she actually looks very pretty.

It's just a dress. "It's a statement." Catherine grinned. "And Nelson's going to lose his mind when he sees you." Ayana's reflection showed a woman in a dress that hugged curves, dipped low enough to be interesting, hit high enough to show leg. Her hair fell in loose waves. Her makeup was subtle but deliberate. She looked like herself—confident, adult, done apologizing for existing. "Mom's going to have a stroke," Catherine said. "Then maybe she should stop trying to dress me like I'm twelve."

All of my nerves subsided, and suddenly I couldn't wait to have a comrade in a city where I knew no one. Annie was gorgeous, but what made her stand out was the fact she clearly didn't know it. Her makeup was understated and flawless, her thin frame perfectly matched her height, and she had fuck-me hair. I'd thought I'd been blessed with great tresses, but that girl had me beat with long, thick loose curls that looked natural. I took them in as Dan approached his friends.

Realizing that Ansel was distracted and not in a defensive state, Nika delighted in launching an even more powerful and forceful attack. "Erica is not only intelligent but also beautiful, isn't she?" "Yeah," Ansel unconsciously nodded. Ansel had to admit that Nika's words were true. In Ansel's eyes, Erica seemed like a goddess. Her beauty was vibrant and graceful, with delicate features combined with captivating, clear eyes that Ansel couldn't take his eyes off.

"Please don't. You'll destroy my reputation. Tell me what you want. I'll give you anything—just don't expose me." "Is there a woman named Yennis Mills here?" Aria asked. "Yennis Mills?" He frowned. "I don't know. There are too many girls here—I don't remember their names. They're all nobodies to me." Fear and confusion battled in Ansel's eyes. "Think harder," Aria said sharply. "She's in her 20s, small-framed, with big eyes and a butterfly tattoo on her right arm." Ansel's frown deepened as he thought hard. Then shook his head. "I don't know her."

ANA'S POV I looked at myself one more time in the mirror. On a normal day, I might have been happy that I looked stunning putting on a burgundy dress that clung to my skin and black heels that screamed elegance. My hair was in a rough bun at the top of my head, and I allowed the loose curls to frame my face. I went with the most minimal amount of makeup which was lipgloss and eyeliner. That was the best I could do. I didn't want to go to that party anyway.

The other head laughed again. Anne Jenner also didn't know how to turn off the phone, hung up the phone, she was lost for a few seconds, then put the phone down, quickly walked into the wardrobe, stood in front of the wardrobe to switch back and forth, finally because Not letting herself stand out too much, she chose a blue waist-tie dress, then put on makeup, she was bare-faced. Her skin is white, drawing a little eyebrow, applying a little lipstick is already very beautiful. When she put down her lipstick, she saw eyeliner on one side.

"Mr. Snyder and Anissa are here with me." The echo of footsteps followed his boast, and soon Marciano and Anissa, leading a small entourage, stood at the threshold. They were transformed. Marciano, impeccably dressed, radiated confidence and vitality, an unmistakable air of authority about him. Anissa was a vision in a pale green dress and a soft beige coat, her lustrous black hair cascading over her shoulders. Thanks to Mystical Chubby's handiwork, her skin had regained its porcelain smoothness, her complexion so delicate it seemed a mere puff could mar it. Her smile was subtle, her features exquisite, her figure elegant, her presence regal—a true knockout.

he said like it is our issue which that be handled immediately. "Oh really! I can't believe it, we should call Guniess book " I scoffed. I blame Ammar for ruining my mood. "Now I can say that you are okay" he smirked. I gave him a sweet smile, he is trying to change my mood. Ayan took out his keys and unlocked the door. He stepped inside and I followed him. The interior of his house was ravishing. All the walls are painted with creamy white and baby pink colour. Pink is not my colour but it looks so good here. The living room was so big and fully decorated I could say the person decorated had a decent knowledge of art. Ayan took off his shoes and jacket and placed everything in their place