Artemis Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She bumped the middle aged woman un-intentionally and she immediately apologize and left. "Here." Artemis waved her hand. She's now holding a tons of expensive chocolates that equally her month paycheck. She looks like a baby who are new on this foods. "For crying out loud! What the hell is this candies and lollipops." She massage her temple. She look like a mother who scolding her five years kiddo for the chocolates. "Why?" She look at persephone cluelessly. "You don't know this?" She pointed at the tons of sweets. "It's me. I put those!" She still cluelessly looking at persephone. "Exactly!" Persephone exclaimed. "Are you going to eat those sweets?" She added unbelievably. "Yeah!" Artemis

I felt myself melting into him, barriers lowering that I'd kept fortified for years. When I finally pulled back, just far enough to look into his eyes, I found Aeson gazing back at me—those remarkable purple-blue eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. My own vision had sharpened, colours intensifying in the way that told me Artemis had pushed forward, her yellow-green eyes meeting his. Inside my mind, Artemis pranced and bounced with impatience. ’Do it,’ she insisted, broadcasting her certainty with unrelenting enthusiasm. ‘I can feel you thinking about it. DO IT!’

(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.

Yh yh I agree before you blow my ear drum with your voice, thank God you are not an artist. You can say whatever you like as long as I get my picture, Daymond take a picture of us please. Artemis asked Yhs Miss Done, Daymond said handing the phone to her. Holy Mary, why do u look so so freaking hot and I look like a potato, Artemis cried Just take out that smerk, get over yourself, Artemis added. See your eyes, so dreamy with a little tint of badass, your perfectly contoured face, your chiezeled appearance, your physic ,fuck! Hot, please who is your creator I need an appointment with him because damn . Artemis said admiring the picture

It was figure-hugging, but not too tight, and it had a subtle train that swept the floor. On her feet, she wore delicate, crystal-encrusted heels that gave her an extra bit of height. Artemis styled her hair in loose, romantic waves that cascaded down her back. She had left some tendrils loose to frame her face, and she had added a few tiny braids to add some texture and interest.

I admitted with an embarrassed sigh and Theo stopped rubbing my back. "I'm sorry what?" "I said, I don't like my body. I find it revolting," I turned to look at him and he had a confused face. "Look, my belly has all of these stretch marks, and the skin is saggy because of lochia and the linea nigra, it's just all so annoying to look at," I said and Theo clenched his jaw and kept quiet as he washed off the foam from my body. "See, you even agree with me."

She said, and I smiled, taking a step back to look at myself in the mirror. I fixed up the small broche that was in my hair, it was a scorpion one, and ensured that my jewelry was adjusted properly before taking a step back just as I heard Arturo walking inside the room. Seeing him, the stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artists walked out of the room, leaving us alone. I turned around to look at him and he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest as he held a small blue bag in his hand.