Annie Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Since then, I promised myself I really had to make sure that if I meet some guy to date, he has to be the competent, sincere, and trustworthy one. Oh, sorry... I just blurted out everything without introducing myself. I’m Anita Meyer, 22 years old, not dating anyone right now (as you already know), 155 cm short, medium brown pixie-look hair (my mother said it is my signature Tinkerbell look), greenish-brown eyes (which I count as one of my best features because it’s pretty unique), a heart-shaped face (which always makes my cheek looks chubby, no matter how many kilograms I lost), and a little curvier figures than I probably should (some people said I’m a little overweight, but I count it as

Ashanti It's been a year since everything, and I've been traveling around. Trying to know more about myself, and I'm pleased to say that I like different colors other than Black. Yellow for example. It's just so beautiful, and I like how it glows in the summer sun. Mane, I am like a teenager in a candy store when I learn something new about myself. I like to read. I like novels and books, and I even took an online class to have a diploma. I didn't know that could happen, but I found this school that was offering, and I went for it.

Ashe releases me with a playful smack to the shoulder for my comment about her children; Anne comes up next and pulls me into another hug. “Hello birthday girl! Happy you finally made it.” She tells me. Anne is our Aussie darling, but DO NOT say she lives in the “bush” or “down under” it annoys the piss out of her. She’s another blonde haired, blue-eyed beauty with beautifully tanned skin from the ranch she lives on. She’s a professional chef during the day but is a rancher by night, or however the phrase goes. She’s relatively tall, about 5 foot 10 inches and curvy, and she’s absolutely gorgeous with her freckles across the tops of her shoulders and across her nose and cheeks.

She was surprised when she saw herself in the mirror. ... Dustin stared at her for a few seconds... His mind was in chaos, his face even turned red from embarrassment... He clenched his fist, trying to think of the hectic work at the company. But he couldn't... He looked at Annie: “You… you are really beautiful.” So beautiful that it makes others have dark thoughts... But why is his face so unsightly? Annie was suddenly a little annoyed. Her beauty is the only thing that has no defects, whether she is cheerfully smiling, or acting seductively, or being coldly... It still attracts the eyes of others.

Father asked, seeming interested to know about Anne. She nodded, "Yes I do. I am the CEO of Dazzle, a lip gloss cosmetic line. I am sure you have heard of it" Anne proudly stated with shoulders raised high. I was indeed proud of her. She was living her best life and I was here...well all destinies were not equal. "Oh really. I just bought that lipgloss. I love the fruity strawberry scent. I never knew you were the one. And you are so down to earth. How are you friends with someone like Arianna?" Rose mocked me to which Lucas and father laughed.

“Honey why not? You haven’t had any boyfriend though you are so pretty! It’s high time that you meet Belle’s son. I saw his pictures and I you are a good match. He is so good-looking. For sure if you become a couple, you would flaunt your natural beauty instead of hiding it! “ Her mother Lexi Quintero said. Annessa just rolled her eyes. Many of their friends said that she was as pretty as her mom but she chose to be simple. Her mother was very fashionable and still looked sexy even if she was in her fifties. That was why her dad was still very much crazy about her and the feeling was mutual. Their family owned a lot of cosmetic surgery clinics since her dad was a well-known cosmetic surg

“Jessica, this is the fashion designer you requested. Arianne Wynn, right?” Arianne smiled politely. “Hello, Jessica. I’m Arianne Wynn.” At first glance, Jessica looked like the quintessential girl-boss. She had distinctly Chinese features and seemed to be past the age of thirty. It seemed like she had used a lot of Hyaluronic Acid fillers on her face, and her skin was as firm as a young girl’s. Her figure was well-maintained, and she had a certain air about her. When she spoke, her accent was distinctly Singaporean. “Hello. Seeing is certainly believing. You’re exquisite, Mrs. Tremont. Mr. Tremont certainly has good taste.”

Her demeanor exuded regal poise, perfectly in tune with her title. Anita, Carmen's sister, donned a stunning sage green dress that embraced her vivacious spirit. The asymmetrical neckline and delicate gold embellishments were a nod to her contemporary style, while the flowing silhouette spoke of her warmth and affection. A gold clutch in her hand complemented her look, tying together the color coordination effortlessly.

A.n hi lovely readers, welcome to my new book, quick warning, I don't like describing things, like clothes, and housing, I find it boring, if you don't like it sorry, If you don't understand something please ask, I'll be happy to answer any questions. On that note please enjoy. My name is Anastasia, I am twenty years old and I have black hair and brown eyes, my mother died, in a car accident when I was thirteen, since then it's been just dad and I.

“You’re the only one looking spectacular here, Nobi. We could never compete with you.” “And you know that, that’s why you’re always fashionably late to these events, so you can drag all the attention once you walk in.” Angie speaks with the loveliest smile that it becomes hard to see her words as an insult. “She must spend hours in front of the mirror to look this gorgeous that’s why she’s late.” Grace tells Angie, the woman seated opposite her. “Maybe we should do the same. We want to look like you, Nobi. I think we’ll start by getting our nose done like you did.”