Annie Aesthetic Novels & Stories

He saw that Aini was so beautiful that he had a great desire to praise the girl and liken her to an angel who was just a fairy tale. Dave realized he couldn't move his body as fast as he wanted to respond. Instead of wanting to approach Aini, Dave instead found Aini approaching him. The girl was wearing a bone-white dress with accents around her neck that revealed her collarbone line. Makes her neck look long. While her hair she gave ornaments on both sides and then left loose. With her hand holding the clutch and at the bottom you can see Aini wearing shoes with the same color. Really, very different from the usual Aini.

"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.

No one moved. Not fast enough and Lyall surged forward, my power exploding with him as I yelled, “NOW!” They all scrambled to their feet, one by one, almost tripping over themselves as greetings fell from their lips. Anisa just sat there, silent as she watched them. Her hands folded neatly on her lap. Her hair was pulled into an up do and stubborn tendrils that escaped from the bun framing her face. ‘Look at that long graceful neck,’ Lyall murmured like he was in a trance-like state. ‘So beautiful and exquisite. I can’t believe she’s ours.’

It’s slow, for sure, but it’s progress nonetheless. I quietly undress, being careful not to disturb her peaceful sleep. As I slip into bed, I glance at her one more time, appreciating the calmness on her face. The room is dimly lit, casting a warm glow that highlights her features. My Ana is beyond beautiful. She has an angelic face. Soft dark eyes and plush rosy lips. Her lashes, long and dark, frame those expressive eyes. Her hair, a cascade of soft brown waves, rims her face in a way that accentuates her grace. But it’s her skin that captivates me the most, like the finest silk, a canvas so smooth it seems to radiate a gentle glow. I remember being cautious of even kissing her too hard, a

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I wouldn't try, I've spent years learning to clear men of their wealth under three seconds of eye contact, trying isn't a word in my vocabulary. Cassian and I are sitting together, with Anne, his new obsession that he claims won't take his fascination with me away with her presence sitting between us. Anne is very pretty, and she has a very outgoing demeanor about her, she'll do great in her industry. Anne was asking about my job since Scarlett pointed out I'm a stripper, she doesn't realize it actually intrigues people, exhibit A: our current conversation. “Wait, so what's more important in the game, tits or ass?” Anne grins.

Oh, and she's been banished. But more confusing even is that tonight I feel like I saw Ana for the first time. Now I can't get her out of my mind. Ana is smart and funny. She challenges me. She's caring. She has incredible strength and agility--I have seen her run. I have seen her wolf, Akira, run. I've always known all of this. But now I have also seen that she is beautiful by any measure. She has the pale blue-tinged skin of all of her pack. Huge green eyes framed with thick black lashes. That froth of white hair around her head like river foam. Now I have seen her as female, with curves and smells that are intoxicating ...

She was the same Anastacia, the much better version that men would probably fantasize about, having an alluring beauty and hot sexy body. “Why, Anastacia? Are you expecting me to grow tentacles?” I smirked and raised my eyebrows at her. The clerk at the front desk pressed her lips to suppress a chuckle and lowered her gaze, pretending to focus on the screen of her computer monitor. “No!” She hissed. “I’m expecting you to have wings and fangs.” She sneered as her nostrils flared in annoyance. “Fix this,” she said. I walked toward Anne’s side, checking the screen. “What’s the problem?”

Shirley banged into her office. "I'm working on Mr Travis schedule" Annie replied. "You can go!" Shirley raised her voice. "We don't want you to wear yourself out"she added. "I'm nearly done. I will just take this him" Annie replied and stood immediately with some files at hand. Shirley shot her a deadly glare, she couldn't get over Annie's nicely curved hips that sways each time she walks. No doubt, Annie is a ravishing woman, an epitome of beauty and a seductress. She has pretty oval face and smooth plum reddish lips, her ass were round and naturally lifted up. All these are Shirley's headache and she greatly feared Travis will be charmed by her beauty.

***** Jackson and Ana pulled up to a fancy restaurant. Jackson held the car door open for Ana to exit while they were at the parking lot. "You understand that I am not requiring this from you; we are friends, so stop treating me special," holding her clutch firmly, Ana said. Her hair was braided and she was dressed in a white knee-length dress. Her womanly beauty throbbed every single heart that walked passed her. The gazes that met Anastasia paused momentarily in admiration. People were attempting to determine whether or not Anastasia was a star.