Artemis Aesthetic Novels & Stories

, Arte called out, walking down the stairs and toward the front door. She swung it open and gave a small smile "Can I help you?" She asked the woman who stood there. 5'10, bronze skin, brown eyes, black hair cut into a pixie, all black clothes and a heavy-looking duffle bag on her shoulder. "Looking for Artemis White", she said, clipped. Arte kept the smile on her face, but the air around them had changed. She was on alert.

Artemis says sharply and walks toward the door without waiting for us. Rhea rolls her eyes and slips her arm through mine so we can walk together. "Ignore my brother. He hates everything. You really do look beautiful. This was all last minute but just wait until we have more time we can go crazy making you over." I laugh and smile at her as if I'm open to the idea, but what she thinks is a nice gesture makes me feel more unworthy. Artemis made it seem like the whole point of me being his fiance was that I wasn't like these women, but he isn't the one who has to stand under their judgment. Of course, I don't want to be them, but I also don't want to be looked down on as something not worth th

From a third-person perspective . . . Artemis and Blake are experiencing a sensation that is beyond words. Blake desperately pleaded with her to remain by his side, his unwavering confidence in his superiority to all others palpable in his every word. Artemis perceives him as excessively focused on his interests and needs, neglecting the concerns and perspectives of others. He's a highly possessive individual who covets everything he desires with fervor. It appears that Blake is currently in a state of denial. He is acutely aware of his love for Hermione, yet an unexpected presence has been occupying his thoughts lately - Artemis. Whenever they are in each other's company, he feels a sense o

“We have so little time! The ceremony is this afternoon! Hades was so considerate, he wants you to choose everything, Ma’am! The dress, the shoes, the decor...” Claudine stared, dumbfounded. Considerate? Hades? She was about to scream, to rip someone’s throat out, when Artemis barged into the suite. Artemis, a tall, lean woman with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense posture that spoke of years in Hades’s service, walked up to her. Her dark hair was pulled back in a severe bun, and her muscular build was evident even beneath her tailored suit. “I find it truly amazing,” Artemis began, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, “how you managed to pull off that pregnancy miscarriage stunt. Boss was... i

he replied, holding up a paper bag like a peace offering. She glanced over her shoulder at him, eyes bright despite the shadows beneath them. “You’re forgiven.” He sat beside her, resting his arm behind her shoulders as he peeked at the sketchpad. “You’ve already drawn half the café. That’s ambitious.” “Vision,” she corrected him softly, tapping her pencil against the page. “I want to do this right.” Artemis studied the lines on the page—the graceful curve of the windows, the soft awnings, even the tiny vines she had penciled in along the side. “It looks like you,” he said after a pause. “Comforting. Bright. Just a little quirky.”

"Ava Carter! Oh my god, is that you?" I turned and grinned. Artemis. Tall, wild curly hair, paint-stained nails even at a fancy party. We went to high school together, inseparable back then. Then she traveled Europe for her art and we kinda fell out. Life happened. "Artemis!" I hugged her tight. She smelled like turpentine and expensive perfume. "You look amazing." "Please," she said, pulling back to eye me up and down. "Look at you in that dress. Legs for days. These old men are drooling."

With perfectly proportional features, glorious hair, and a smile that could thaw even the thickest ice. And the best part? It feels right. Being here with him at this moment feels like I am finally on track with my life. It’s not that I haven’t been happy where I’m at in life, I have been. It’s just…lonely. Being rejected brands you. Makes you look undesirable. That’s why this app, Alpha Artemis, willingly wanting to date only rejected females? It’s a gift. “You look beautiful.” He whispers, placing his elbows on the table to prop up his chin as he dissects my face with his eyes. “And I’m not just trying to flatter you.”

When Dragus moves to him and so does Fenrir. “Good to see you again, brother.” I chuckle as Dragus hugs him. Well, it’s not difficult to figure it out. Jörmungandr is a sea dragon and he and Dragus look alike. “It is time.” Artemis says and I turn to look at Carter and he moves towards me. When Artemis stops him. “You are not ready. We need to prepare you.” She says, and I look at her in confusion. Then I take in her appearance and she is wearing what looks like ceremonial robes. Where the hell did she get them from?

"I am the God of Music, not just the Sun-and many other things." "Show off." Yet another voice joins the conversation, and I turn to see a girl standing with her arms crossed, an halfway amused smirk on her face. Her hair is dark, skillfully pulled into two tight French braids, and her eyes are a silvery-green color I've never seen before, hauntingly beautiful. Her skin is deeply tanned, like she spends a good amount of time in the sun, and she's short, only about 4'11, although she still looks like a fierce warrior. I can tell she has seen horrific things from the hardness in her expression, even when she doesn't look angry. "I am Artemis." She adds after a moment of silent observing. "Godd

The night arrived cold and clear. Paris glittered beneath a sky full of stars. The city looked beautiful. Peaceful. Almost innocent. Jessica hated how deceptive beauty could be. Some of the worst things in her life had arrived wrapped in something attractive. A smile. A promise. An opportunity. A mentor. A lover. A collector. Beauty had taught her to be cautious. The venue sat on the outskirts of the city. A private estate hidden behind iron gates and centuries old trees. The sort of place money built when it wanted privacy.