Annie Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The warm smiled on her face told Anais that Atlas was familiar to her and that she might be more interested than just being a personal shopper. She smelled faintly of lemon, a neutral beta scent that usually calmed Anais. Today though, she was on edge. She tried to keep herself still and control her own scent while Atlas smiled back. “Hannah,” Atlas greeted her. “This is Anais. Ana, this is Hannah. She is a personal shopper here that has helped dress me very well for many years.” He turned back to face her. “We need a new wardrobe for her today.”

“Elegant is boring. You need something bold . Something that’ll make people stop and stare.” “People already stare at me. I’m beautiful.” “I like this.” Anastacia said while taking something off the rack. Cassandra shook her head slightly. “It’s safe.” “Safe isn’t bad,” I argued. “It’s boring,” Anastacia countered. “Come on, try something that makes you feel alive.” She shoved an emerald dress into my arms before I could protest. I groaned. “You’re impossible.” “And you’ll thank me later,” she sang, already disappearing into another aisle.

Batt I sit at the bar in The Gentlemen’s Club, glass of Jameson Whiskey in my hand as I watch her dance. Amora, she’s beyond beautiful, but in an old Hollywood glamour kind of way, not this baby doll, little girl looks from today. She has strong features, beautiful almond shaped green eyes, high pronounced cheek bones. Her skin was the most beautiful caramel color I had ever seen. I have imagined many times how soft she must feel. She must taste like vanilla, or strawberries. I close my eyes as my mouth waters at the thought. I open my eyes as I hear the music change, and she starts to sway a bit more as her hands roam her body like a lovers would. She was slowly making her way to her breast

Anisia saw her eyes roaming all over her body where she was holding her gown upward with her one hand and on her other hand, she was holding her heels, in order to make her walking easier. Anisia witnessed Jaelyna's eyes stare at her heels, which made her feel a bit embarrassed, so she immediately took her heels down and left her gown too. The 22 years old human girl was just wanting to make herself look presentable in front of the werewolf Princess, and not some kind of a creature who had landed here from a different world. Well technically, she did trespass here from a different world. But that didn't mean she should look like a crazy and weird person in front of others, which were her two

She was a simple girl—she had never worn anything so luxurious and flashy before. She was even afraid to look at herself in mirror when the stylists continued doing her hair and the makeup artists pounded layer after layer of makeup—even her face felt heavy from the weight of it. At around noon, they were done and kept on complimenting her on her beauty. But they all fell on deaf ears—Anissa didn’t care how she looked; it was pathetic really. How much time, energy and money were being wasted on her and just so she could please a man. She found it highly repugnant.

After a while, she asked, "Are we far from the Aesthetic Clinic?" "About twenty minutes away," Rick said. "Go there." "Yes." Anne pulled her mask down. The sky was gloomy from the rain so her reflection on the glass window was not as clear; still, she caught sight of the distinct scar on her cheek. The stitches had already been removed, but the scar remained bruising red in the most terrifying manner. 'I'm all broken inside anyway,' she thought, 'how could I look fine on the outside?' She had not obsessed over the removal of her scar as she felt that perhaps the scar could repel Anthony in some way. However, she was reaching out to the Aesthetic Clinic because she did not want to scare other

It was a half attempt to curtsey. Nicoli lifted an eyebrow at her less-than-apt greeting but let it go. He wasn’t here for her. “You look very pretty today, Ana!” Nicoli turned to Ana. “You dressed in the Dawny style again!” Ana beamed a smile at him. She was hoping to get this reaction. Nicoli seemed to like it when she dressed like this. Just as last time. I’m glad I remembered. Ana patted herself on the back. “It suits you. It makes you look…regal.” Nicoli went on. Ana laughed.

Sara observed the picture in front her clearly, and for a moment, she was really stunned by Annie's beauty. Instantly, she felt some waves of jealousy surging in her, and she pouted her lips. The lady in the picture was so striking compare to her. Annie had a very comely figure, which was imp thin, and her skin was glowing, appearing so glossy. Her hair was ashy blonde, and some of it spooled around her collarbone and neck, hiding some part of her long attractive slender neck which was just like a swan.A pair of slender brows eased down over a delicate long lashes. Her puny ears matched along with her button nose, fashioned to the best of the sculptor.Her little smile revealed her oyster whi

she complimented me with a smile on her face. How condescending of her. She knew that no matter what I wore or how much I adorned my neck and hair, I would never be as beautiful as her. Annalise didn't need to wear jewelry or paint her face, she was naturally beautiful. The only thing she did was color her lips blood red. That was her thing. "Thank you. As do you." I responded with a clipped tone and a strained smile on my lips. "Let us eat." Darius ordered.

Although, she was not a fashion freak, she’d done her degree in Arts and Culture, preferring to venture into safe horizons. At the beginning, Ana had been the main model for most of her niche garments. Blessed with a perfect body, she was what they called hot. With time, she’d grown accustomed to accepting that she was quite attractive, having inherited her mother’s traits, and the business acumen of her father. At the thought of the latter, she automatically wrinkled her nose in distaste, her good mood fading as fast as it had cropped up. What a pathetic excuse of a man Alastair Forrester was. Seriously, as far as she was concerned, Ana would never forgive him for what he’d done. For the li