Novel & Cerita Artemis Aesthetic

MC (sad): (mind) If today wasn’t an important day, I would have gone home by now. MC (sad): (mind) I don’t know why my father sold me to her… MC (sad): (mind) It should have been Alice, she’s prettier than me. MC (sad): (mind) Now Artemis has to deal with me. MC (sad): (mind) The one no one wants. You watch Artemis mingle. She’s everything you have always wanted in a mate. Incredibly beautiful with her tailored suit, long silky hair, and strong body. Her white teeth flash in a charming smile, and the nightclub lights pick up her bright green eyes.

The lukewarm shower water massaged my entire body, but I refused to linger, continuing to choose my clothes in Arthemisya's closet. Throughout her life, the girl loved all kinds of dresses. This could also be related to her branding as a pop singer descended from heaven. I don't know; honestly, it's hard for me. Ninety percent of Arthemisya's golden wardrobe consisted of lace dresses in warm colors. They ranged from plain patterns and busy cuts to ones adorned with pearls, sparkling embellishments, or thin, wing-like strands.

He asked, standing on his feet and reaching near her. “No.” “I think you should stop wearing makeup then.” “Excuse me? You started applying your rules on me this soon?” Caroline asked, looking at him in disbelief. “Well, what can I say? I just feel that you really shouldn’t wear makeup because you’re messing with perfection!” Artemis said, caressing the side of her cheek. Caroline opened her mouth to say something and argue with him about it, but she couldn’t find the right word to say. But her heart melted at his words. “As much as I love a perfectly winged eyeliner and a bold lip, there is something extremely freeing in being bare face because bare is beautiful.”

She smiles widely at me with her bright ruby-red lips. “You and your dumbass brother are not funny.” I scoff with a small grin on my face. I drop the towel onto the floor and reach for my boxes as she plugs in her clippers into the outlet and sets up some other items. Artemis is the only female I don’t mind being naked in front of. We don’t have any sexual desires for each other, even though some people think I am sleeping with her since we are so close.

Expensive, if that makes any sense. "Welcome, Mrs. Diane," greeted a soft yet commanding voice. I turned to see a woman approaching. She had fiery red hair pulled into a sleek bun, a sharp black suit, and sunglasses perched neatly on her nose. Dangerously beautiful was the first thought that came to my mind. She offered a polite, almost calculated smile as she extended her hand. "I'm Artemis," she said, her voice crisp and professional. "Shall we?" I nodded mutely, unable to find my voice, and followed her. Mr. Adam and a group of silent, suited men flanked us as we approached a grand door. It swung open with an almost theatrical creak, revealing a foyer that took my breath away.

The lines between reality and illusion blurred as Artemis skillfully manipulated the situation, drawing him closer with each lingering touch and whispered word. Alcides, his thoughts conflicted, reminded himself that Artemis was not his true mother. However, in the heat of the moment, the distinction between reality and the charade became increasingly hazy. Artemis, a woman of allure and mystery, seemed to have a certain power over him. Their encounter unfolded with a dance of passion, an orchestrated symphony of desire. Alcides, driven by a sense of rebellion and the allure of newfound secrets, embraced Artemis as a man would a woman, their bodies moving in a harmonious rhythm.

Jasper whispers from the corner, quickly stepping aside to clear my path to Artemis. Artemis is mid-change, caught with a new shirt half-on. Judging from his outfit, he's likely skipping school too. His face twists in confusion, tinged with a little fear, as he freezes, hands raised in surrender. My eyes wander for a split second, unintentionally landing on his abs. They're not just toned; they're sculpted, each muscle perfectly defined. They have this subtle sheen, like he's just been working out, and it makes them stand out even more. It's momentarily disarming, but I snap out of it, pulling my gaze back up to meet his eyes.

(My God, forgive me) Artemis smiled sweetly and slowly descended, twirling through the air beneath the starry sky of the amphitheater. Her cold breath shimmered in the air like frost. Her bronze armor made no sound. It was perfectly engineered. With her dark skin, cascading curls, and gleaming archer’s bow, she could have been beautiful, voluptuous, and divine. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was a crazy demon bitch trying to chop us into pieces. The small marble goat, lion, and dragon desperately clinging to her body yelped. They held on for their lives, trying not to fall and be crushed against the jagged ice or disappear into the dark water below.

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

'One person is already misunderstanding and staking her claim as my girlfriend—don't let another one join in! "Why not? You brought her home." Artemisia smiled brightly. "But Dr. Norwood, you really do have great taste. You only go for absolute stunners!" She even gave him a big thumbs-up. Meanwhile, Estelle beamed. "I get compliments all the time, but this? This is new. You really think I'm beautiful?" "Of course!" Artemisia gushed. "You're not just gorgeous—you can give supermodels a run for their money! You look familiar though…"