Novel & Cerita Beauty And The Beast Aesthetic

(Emi’s POV) My heart is racing in my chest. I'm trying to calm my breathing, but I'm sure I wreak of fear and it gives away my true emotions. Jasmine Beaumont is breathtaking upfront and personal. The kind of beauty that artists bring to life as masterpieces in their individual mediums and crafts. She would have museums of sculptures and paintings to worship her beauty. She could be the muse of even songbirds with their hauntingly enchanting lyrics and poets with their words that create visions that could move mountains to reach heaven.

Tiny moonstones rested among the braids, making my dark hair glow as I looked at myself in the mirror. They applied almost no cosmetics; apparently, Lycan nobles preferred natural beauty to be displayed, and due to their sensitivity to scents, cosmetics are not commonly used. When the attendants finally stepped away… Even I stared because the mirror reflected someone elegant, confident, and beautiful. She looked nothing like the frightened kitchen maid who had once scrubbed greasy pots. She certainly didn’t look like Gina Hane. She looked…regal and dangerous. Bey seemed satisfied, too. “You look beautiful and better.”

He had always been beautiful. He had always understood his beauty as a quality of his design, the specific aesthetic achievement of Nyx's intention applied to the making of the Morningstar, a beauty that was part of his function as much as his wings or his voice. He had never understood it as his. The Abyss was showing him something different. His beauty in this space was not reflected light. Not the celestial radiance of a being embodying divine intention. It was generated, emerging from the inside out, from the specific combination of everything he had become across the week and everything the Abyss's responsive darkness was recognizing in him and answering.

Or the wolf. I didn’t want to look at her when I finally let go. Not because she wasn’t the most beautiful thing in the world; her hair damp from sweating, smeared with a mixture of soil and pieces of broken bark, or her soft skin that bore evidence of my animal behavior, or the completely satisfying feeling of being inside her. No. I didn’t want to look at her, in fear of finding shock and horror in her eyes.

There were benefits to looking older than you were and having a fake ID to back it up. Secondly, my girl owned this strip club. Was I surprised? Yes, I really fucking was. Who would have thought that my sweet little mate would own a place like this. I have to say that this club was very tasteful. There was a certain draw, an elegance and refinement, here. The women wore various types of corsets and heels. It was a tease for the crowd, something to hook them. I wondered what Beauty would look like in that type of outfit. Fuck. Hmm. How persuasive did I need to be? Neo was flashing me some imaginings, and fuck if it was not hot. Beauty was made to sin, and she did not even realize the power th

blows his conscience. "Learn to dress decently!!! I'll get to it" So she takes out a jelaba (a long loose dress) and wears it. "You see physio, you're beautiful, to be beautiful it's not about dressing sexy, the word sexy does not converge with beauty, always be natural, being beautiful is not about putting on a kilogram of powder on his face, always stay fresh, the important thing is that you are comfortable in your body, never try to impress others again at the expense of your reputation, it's not worth it

[CAMI] The dress fits like a fucking dream. Figures. It clings to me like silk was invented just to wrap around my body. Heart-shaped neckline that does all kinds of wicked things to my chest, the fabric hugging my hips like it knows how to sin. I stare at myself in the mirror and blink once. Twice. I look… insane. Insanely beautiful. I’m not humble about it. Never have been. I’ve never pretended to be the kind of girl who calls herself ugly just to hear someone argue otherwise. I know what I look like.

I decided to break the silence. “The city is beautiful.”. I said calmly. It really was. Especially since I hadn't seen it in months. It used to look so ordinary to me, now it felt like a breath of fresh air. I guess you really don't know the worth of something till you lose it. “Yes, it really is.”. He said calmly. I always wondered how and why he kept such a stoic expression. I had to admit though, it did make him look more attractive. I had to come to terms with the fact that despite his previous actions, this man was drop dead gorgeous! I really couldn't keep denying it.

The man scowled in annoyance, glared at me, and then turned to throw his body back on the sofa. Useless man. "So ... how are you going to seduce him? I'm sure a young boss like him is used to being around beautiful women, if you only use your beauty, I think it's useless," Bastian said without looking at me. "Ah, I learned it from a movie, I'll spill my drink on his lap, then stare into his eyes for three seconds, creating an unusual impression, so he'll be curious about me," I replied quickly. After hearing my words, Bastian's brow furrowed, his lips pursed, and his eyes narrowed. I don't know what part of my plan made the man react like that.

In a good way and a bad way at the same time. Ana glanced a last time at Beast and took in his appearance. He was wearing a black fitted suit as always which defined his body perfectly. His hair were slicked back displaying his broad forehead and his chocolate brown eyes that she liked the most. Shaking her head, Ana turned her head to look in the opposite direction. It was not good for the state of her heart and mind to stare at him for more than ten seconds.