Ariel Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She knew she would always be in her sister’s shadow and, despite loving Ariel and holding her on a pedestal, she couldn’t bear to live such a life. Ariel was the definition of perfection. Her long golden hair swept perfectly to her back and highlighted the diamond shape of her face. And her sky-blue eyes made so many feel at home. Her perfectly shaped full red lips, down to her long neck, screamed perfection in the flesh. She also had the perfect body and height of five feet seven inches, which made her stand out from the crowd and this made men drool over her.

he just wants to live his life fullest and enjoy every moment ariel:- I am travel, as you know, I travel so many places and fitness so many magnificent things like you. this perfume is made up of honey and dead material which is rare and soon get extinct Ariel notice. this place is heaven, beautiful woman, expensive wine and fruit are decorated on the table, there are both man and women serve as host, Ariel want to work there and live his life in heaven ariel give 20 $ for 1 hour, he sits with two beautiful ladies. they have the same age as him. those girl dresses are really small and sexy.

The sky did not break all at once. It peeled. Layer by layer, reality sloughed away above Kael’s head, revealing a deeper firmament beneath—one that was not sky at all, but structure. Vast lattices of light and shadow intersected like the bones of a dead god, humming with unfinished equations. The thing wearing Auren smiled as if the sight pleased it. Kael did not look up. He was looking at her. Aria stood where she had fallen into existence, knees bent, one hand braced against the cracked stone as if gravity itself had to renegotiate her presence. The air around her warped—heatless, soundless distortions rippling outward with each breath she took.

The next afternoon, the sun shone brightly through the massive glass windows of Ariel’s bedroom. The room was huge, decorated with expensive white furniture, gold mirrors, and plush pink rugs. It looked like a room fit for a princess. Ariel was sitting on a soft velvet sofa, surrounded by three of her closest high society girlfriends. They were all sipping expensive mocktails and giggling loudly. On the marble coffee table in the center, all their phones were lit up with the viral pictures of Ariel and Julian from the ice rink.

She then looked at Azrick who was still looking at her with an intense gaze. “Why are you looking at me like that? Can’t believe that a goddess has graced your presence?” “No, I am thinking as to why you have received a death threat when it looks like the public has a good liking to you.” Azrick then waved the letter, putting their attention to the letter. “And can you please make them all shut up? I cannot concentrate with them always screaming for you.” he pointed towards the balcony, the window was open and the screams of the people outside were ringing and echoing inside the office. With no other words, Auria went to the balcony, catching the attention of everyone outside and with just o

"Yes. This mate of hers is someone beneath her status; her father would definitely flip if he found out. Worse, he might kill the said mate, and my friend doesn't want that." "This mate of hers, is he a hot piece of candy?" Ariel had totally forgotten how playful Hailey could be; she let her thoughts circle back to Zeres. His face wasn't the pretty boy kind but one of unconventional handsomeness—not the kind of beauty described in Disney movies but a scruffy, bad boyish face that showed the roughness he must have passed through. And his eyes—those bright blue eyes that held nothing but immense hatred for her—she couldn't fathom why he disliked her so much.

Ariel got out of the tub and dried herself. Walking towards her bed, she looked at the time and it was almost midnight. Ariel was an English girl with pearly white skin, her pure blood-like red wavy hair flowed from from her roots down to her waist giving a great contrast between her white skin and her hair. Her green eyes were so distinctive. Just like two emeralds stuck on her face and her pink plum lips were just...ahhhh.... inviting. But even with her extremely good looks, Ariel was almost 24 and still unmarried. She preferred adventure more than entering that boat called "marriage". Of course, people said alot of insultive words to her and sometimes even her grandmother. But Ariel neve

And she owned every bit of it. It shouldn’t have been beautiful on her. It shouldn’t have worked. Mixed colors, frilly patterns, something Selene would have worn with effortless elegance. Aria had always been the opposite…simple, understated, cautious. Yet somehow, she had taken the impossible and made it… undeniable.

"Look. I posted your photo on my social media, and the comments are blowing up. Everyone's asking if you're single and wants me to give them your contact info. "Take a look. See if there's anyone you like. It's time to bloom in both career and romance! Let Jayson regret it!" Ariel was undeniably beautiful, but her cold, low-key nature often made her blend into the background. However, once someone took a closer look, they couldn't help but be drawn to her. Ariel gave a faint smile. "He won't care. I'm not interested either. Getting the project off the ground as soon as possible is my goal now."

Ariel sat before the mirror anxiously as the beautician’s fingers swiped past styles on the tab. “This one, it suits her.” Joan who had been watching points at a gorgeous body wave style. Ariel peered at the screen. She was right, a body wave was going to look insanely mind blowing on her. In an hour, the stylist had turned her straight black hair into voluminous waves. Joan gasped in adoration. The ladies in the salon were wowed. “Oh my God you look so stunning.” Joan managed to say. “Thank you.” Ariel blushed. She had made up her mind. She had to be confident and bold if she was ever going to get revenge, and that was one thing she was going to learn from Joan.