Annie Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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.

Even, Ansel adored his own handsomeness while he was mirroring. “Her eyes must be completely troubled!” Ansel prattled. “How can she not be interested in my good-looking face at all?” Ansel turned around in front of the mirror. His posture was also perfect with about six feet in height. He was no less when compared to the models that usually waddled on a catwalk. “Ae Ri,” murmured Ansel. “She’s an attractive woman, different from others! Just look! I’ll have to conquer her.”

Anna wore a red dress which was a little short from her knees. The colour of the dress fit perfectly with her pale skin. The dress fit her beautifully. It looks elegant, and the colour brightens her skin. The simple design of the dress made her look very elegant and fancy. She curls the ends of her hair. She also put light makeup. And the rest of the accessories. And walked out with a bright smile. She was eager to show herself to Rean. When she walked out of the room, she was face to face with Rean.

Alex looked at herself in the mirror, studying the black, fitted sequin gown that she is wearing that night. The dress is long sleeve but it didn’t distract the physical attributes that she possesses. She put on some brown contact lenses to conceal her eye color and had her very short, black hair brushed up.

"I haven't gone by Acantha in years. They call me Annie here. Annie Brenner. It sounds more modern. What are you doing here?" "I was going to ask you the same thing." I laughed, thinking of the many great times we'd shared together. And here she still didn't look a day over sixteen, even though she was technically eighteen, like myself. Her petite stature, just 5'2", added to her youthful appearance. "I was on assignment here not long ago and decided to stay," Annie replied with a brilliant smile. "But I'll have to move on in a few years."

I can really feel it. There's a moment of silence between us so I tried breaking it. "I am Analisse." She did not even bother to look at me. She just sighed and continued checking her nails. I think she doesn't have any plans to talk to me so I just scanned her. She has this red curly long hair and her skin was pale white. Her eyes are mint green and she has pouty natural pink lips. She is shorter than me, she also looks younger. Her pointed nose, I like it. It reminds me of Samantha. I bit my lower lips. Whenever I think of her, it still pains me in the chest. But now that I am with these people, I can't show my weakness. I don't want anybody to use it again against me. But what caught my a

Her back was turned in my direction so she hadn't seen me yet. Anita was dressed in a dark-green, handmade knitted female sweatshirt, a tight black leather pants and a handmade knitted clutch purse and black leather boots. Her long and wavy brunette hair, fell down her back, adding more feminity to her feminine bodily charms. Her sweatshirt and clutch purse was obviously one of the latest collections from the famous AMC brand. She had modeled for them in one of her recent commercials. It was a unique brand and their products worth all the hype they usually get.

“Luna Camellia!” I turn around to face one of the mothers who looks vaguely familiar and plaster on my smile from the cafe. She’s tall, has brown curls falling down her back, and her wardrobe looks like it cost a pretty penny. I could only dream of applying my makeup like her and suddenly I feel very self-conscious in my jeans and t-shirt. “Can I help you?” I ask as I lace my fingers together in front of me. This woman has never stopped me before, so what could she possibly want?

"You're gross." "I need to go pee, and who knows, maybe I'll find myself a six feet three, dark haired, tattooed hottie on my way to the bathroom," she wagged her eyebrows at me. Annie and i were so different that sometimes I wondered how we had become and stayed friends for years. She was the leggy blonde who wore size zero to two dresses while I was the red head with curves who preferred the safety of my bed to anything outside of it. I glanced around the bar, "I doubt you will see anything like that in this dumpster bar. Why did I even let you bring me here?"

They nodded at the same time. “Why?” Annie gave him that ‘you don't know?’ look. “Lewis…” “What?” “She looked like a mix of ice spice and cardi b and you're just… you,” Annie said. “What does that even mean?” Lewis asked with genuine confusion. “The long nails,” Annie explained immediately. “The eyelashes. The attitude. The colorful outfits.” Lewis stared at her. “And me?” he asked. “You are you,” she answered. “You sound judgmental,” Lewis told her.