Ariel Aesthetic の小説・ストーリー

LILITH’S POV: “How does this look?” Ariel asks, raising up a piece of red band styled beautifully with multi-colored gems up to her neck. It matches her flushed skin tone perfectly. “It’s beautiful, don’t you think, Ivan?” I ask, elbowing him in the gut. He groans, biting on his lower lip so as not to cause a scene. He takes a moment to compose himself again before he stands erect with a smile. “It suits you.” Ariel turns into a red tomato instantly, bowing her head down and unable to look him in the eye again.

Seeing something so beautiful tied to so much death made my stomach turn. “Hi, useless Pyre Ring. I’m Ariel.” The words crawled under my skin. A growl ripped out of my chest. She only giggled, hands pressed to her cheeks as she leaned closer, studying me like a toy. “You look better than yesterday,” she said. “Not dirty. Not desperate. Are you dressing up for me now?” Muscles pulled tight as I stepped back, ready to strike. The urge to tear at her hair was almost blinding. She stepped forward instead, eyes narrowing with interest.

Ariel said, walking back to the dresser to fix her mane of hair. She didn’t like doing much to her hair, but today was her first day of work, and she wanted to look as professional as ever, and what screams professional more than a slicked-high ponytail? It may give her a few bald spots and a split headache, but it should be worth it. Right? Ariel looked at her reflection in the mirror, eyeing her new look. “I think I may have used too much gel.” She complained, turning to face Kane, but you could imagine her surprise when she saw her lover, all dressed in a dress shirt and pants.

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.

She froze. “…You designed these?” “Yes.” “Holy hell.” She grabbed a sketch, eyes devouring every line. “These aren’t pretty. They’re violent. Emotional. Intimate.” “Exactly.” “I’m in,” she said instantly. I raised a brow. “That’s not how interviews usually go.” “Then you’ve been interviewing the wrong people.” We laughed. Aria specialized in rare stones—unusual cuts, imperfect clarity, dramatic hues. She believed flaws created character. “I don’t do safe,” she said. “I do unforgettable.”

I would be stupid to reject her offer. “What do you think?” I turned the laptop to Ariel to seek her opinion since she was an expert in this area. “Hmmm, not bad. Your style is slowly evolving.” She mused as she noticed some colorful clothes, a far contrast from my monochrome pattern. “Yeah, I am trying out new things, and a touch of color would be nice.”

Ariel admitted staring at him with a frowned face. "Fine. I'm too tired to drag anything with you. I'll just call on Jalen to come help me and do that." "What!" "You heard me and perhaps I can make her my mistress. You know what that means, she will be satisfying me and I'll always be with her." Ariel stared at him with a clenched fist. "You won't dare such." "Watch me do it right now. Jalen?" "Baby! What are you doing?" Ariel panicked. "Please stop" she whispered lowly battling the tears that clouded her vision.

It wasn't difficult to deduce that he was angry. Sienna gulped hard as he brought his handsome face closer, allowing her to take a closer look at his sharp, exquisite features. His dark long lashes framed his dazzling silver orbs beautifully. With an aquiline nose and bow-shaped lips, he could put even Adonis to shame. She was convinced that the Moon Goddess had taken her sweet time in creating him. Because he was just perfect. Nothing else could define him. But what made him more attractive was his intimidating aura. There was something dark about it. Something that would scare you but also tempt you. Unlike Uncle Jarek, Azriel didn’t give warm vibes. He was cold and feral. He was a rebel,

“He’s surrounded by people who give him answers. I need to be the one who gives him questions.” I spent the next three days buried in my role. I became Aria Vance, art consultant, with a ferocious single- mindedness. I compiled a digital portfolio of pieces I knew would appeal to his stated aesthetic— bold, minimalist sculptures, stark black-and-white photography, hyper-realistic paintings that showcased technical mastery over emotional expression. Everything was sharp, clean, and controlled. But I also slipped in two other pieces. One, a small, haunting

Arienne’s POV I know that feeling. I’ve felt it before, and I never thought in a million years that I’d feel it again. I stood there, staring at this girl at the end of the hall, her long waist length brown hair in a tight braid down her back gave me a perfect view of her beauty. A little heart shaped face, and the most gorgeous pair of golden brown eyes stared back at me, wide, and confused. I was confused too, damn the Moon Goddess… What a sick sense of humor she has. Bringing me a second chance mate? Today? This was the last place I expected to meet her. I’m not ready. I don’t know if I can handle this yet. I try my best to keep my emotions at bay and not lose it in front of her. I don’t