Beauty And The Beast Aesthetic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Maybe I wanted to show him that I was doing fine even if he had chosen to betray and abandon me. A spiteful part in me wanted to make him regret ever leaving me, even though using my beauty for it would by no way be an honorable or near satisfying victory. But it would be a victory, nonetheless. I knew I was attractive. Not in the traditional cute way, with freckles scattered on my face, with hazel eyes that reminded one of sunset and forests. But more of a head-turning beauty, that forced one to look back again. With raven hair that reached my waist and blue eyes that resembled the ocean and an hourglass figure most people starve for, I was above average.

Beauty had instructed us to ensure we looked presentable and the orphanage was impeccably clean. We spent two days diligently sweeping, mopping, and brushing the walls and floors because all Beauty cared about was pleasing Carina. Nothing else mattered to her. My eyes never left Dakota's. She was so pretty, with long, shiny, ash-blonde hair and captivating crystal blue eyes. She looked like a goddess. I had often admired her from her pictures, but they did no justice to how beautiful she looked in person. Her skin looked smooth and flawless, like glass. My hair shared the same shade as hers, except that mine were usually unkempt and dirty, lacking proper care.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

Kael Morgathra is beautiful. Stunning. Long, straight black hair flows down to her impossibly narrow waist, and her skin is as pale as alabaster. I’m sure, in her youth, she was a lovely woman, but even now, with her face smooth, flawless, and young… I can see the marks of age she’s failing to hide–the scars of ugliness, of evil, no magic can erase. Her eyes are round and the brightest green I’ve ever seen. Green, like spring grass. Green, like the first buds on the trees after a long, hard winter.

It would be a close call. I looked at the mirrors and turned to praising her, for being so sexy and beautiful while making a baby. She was not the gay Madison Avenue vision of skinny beauty - too skinny to make babies - that image they had sold to Americans in commercials for beer and sports and movies and sexy cars, etc. Instead a real, all-around picture of beauty and health and fitness, a classical, timeless beauty, a Mediterranean beauty that is real, full figured with hips to bring children, an image the whole world admires. Then I wove the two thoughts together.

It was all the work of the Rat Clan who were indiscriminately hunting women. A tailor like Kara and his family seems trivial, but their presence is very much needed on the pleasure side. Even though this world is harsh and seems to kill or be killed. The Beastmen in this world pay close attention to appearance. Whether it's men or women, it doesn't matter if they are Predators or Herbivores. They all like something beautiful and pretty, they also pay attention to the precision and details of an item. Not only for their pairs. Men also really like to beautify themselves. Instinctively, it is done to be able to attract the attention of women.

I shook my head politely, "I'm alright thanks." "Okay then, how are you settling into the work environment? Hope there haven't been complications?" She asked and I shook my head. "Actually, the past couple of days have been nice and welcoming," I said making her chuckle. "Well our model's comfort is our number one priority here, we believe that true beauty comes from within and that can only be attained when a person is comfortable, happy, and confident," She said. "Well, you guys are sticking to that," I said. "So the designs, how do you like them?" She asked. "Well they're beautiful, each of them has this vintage aesthetic almost ancient but a little bit modernized," I said in admiration.

Her eyes, shimmering like pools of obsidian, sparkle with intelligence and depth, captivating all who dare to meet her gaze. With each movement, she exudes an air of confidence and grace, as if she is the embodiment of timeless beauty. Her poise, her charm, and her magnetic presence make her truly unforgettable. She is the epitome of elegance, a vision of beauty draped in black, a woman who effortlessly captivates hearts and minds alike.

Bella had opted for a classic, tasteful burgundy dress that radiated elegance and sophistication, and it was this choice that drove him to distraction. Her sparkling eyes caught the light, shimmering with intelligence and warmth. Her lips, just a hint of a rosy flush, had an understated allure that left him entranced. Her fair, unadorned skin seemed to glow in the soft ambiance of the room. Every graceful move she made was like a siren's call, pulling him further into her magnetic presence. Reid couldn't help but feel that Bella was not just beautiful; she was a woman of refined taste and class. Her appearance reflected her understated yet undeniable allure, and it was precisely this quality

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"