Annie Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I ordered my Big Mac and strawberry milkshake and then found a corner to sit in and then opened my phone and started going through my social media and listening to some music to hype me up for the afternoon rush as most of the private school kids in the area would come by. Antoinette had just finished her spring collection so the demand would be great. A shadow came between me and my sunlight which caused me to look up annoyed. To my surprise it was Grayson in tow with an order of food. "Hi", I said tentatively not sure why he would approach me. He gave me a bright panty dropping smile that showed me that he has dimples. Removing my air pods I smiled back him. "May I sit?" he inquired.

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.

For some reason, Kaivan suddenly felt that Anne looked even more beautiful than usual. In Kaivan's eyes, Anne's face appeared captivating even without a hint of makeup. Her long hair was left to flow freely, adding a sexy impression to anyone who saw her. If I pay close attention, why does Anne seem more beautiful as time goes on? Or could it be that I'm just realizing it now? Kaivan reflexively grimaced and shook his head, uncertain about his thoughts. All this time, he had always convinced himself that Anne was nothing more than a disruptor who wasn't his type. But why did he find himself thinking about her so often now?

"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."

The latter sat in front of the mirror and observed her features again. She really admired her dark golden blonde hair, that highlighted her grey like silver eyes. And she lifted her angular chin with so much pride, her sweeping lashes fluttering slightly. Indeed, she was more than a beauty, coupled with her golden spotless exquisite skin.... Andrea also admired her to the extent, she felt slightly envious, and she moved closer to Anita. " You know that beast doesn't deserve you. You still have the chance to stop now and just lead your new pack. I believe the moon goddess will help you," she tried to persuade Anita to stop with her plans of seeing Zayn tomorrow.

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?