Bi Aesthetics Novels & Stories

She might be fat, but with DeAngelo she knew she was no slouch in the look departments. Ashleigh had a honey complexion that matched her short and coiffed honey blond hair (compliments of Nadia's Hair and Nail salon and Dark and Lovely dye number 378). ?She even had light brown eyes with golden flecks in them compliments of Bausch & Lomb. Unfortunately she also had over one hundred extra pounds on her 5'6" frame. Her clothing sizes were no longer in the teens but now read size 20 or 22…

I smile, Bri always knew how to put an outfit together. I let my hair down and brush it, clipping my curtain bangs back a little. I quickly do up my face and end the look with a cherry coloured lip tint. "Okay Ayla I see you." She says eyeing me, for dramatic effect I twirl and giggle as Bri claps. "Thanks you babe! Okay so what you wearing, I have a really pretty dress." I say and she shakes her head. "Do you have a black skirt?" I nod and grab it. She takes off her shorts revealing her blush coloured lace underwear which complimented her fair skin.

But something kept her there, as he lifted his eye to her, holding her in some sort of spellbound. She felt her breath hitch as he looked up to her eyes. Dark grey eyes that looked like the clouds of rain at midnight, hair that was beautifully blonde and silky, it got her imaginations running wild. She swallowed as her eyes skimmed down his face. Straight roman nose, and heavily defined, pale pink cupid's bow lips. His jaw line was so straight, she could imagine how it would feel in her hands. He had left his three top buttons undone, and the tops of a toned body came into teasing view. She could see the tops of a tattoo to the side of his neck, and hell, she wanted to see where it led. Wher

I smirk as I look down on Ajax. His cold glare doesn’t even look nearly as scary as when I am standing on the same ground as him. ‘That’s cheating, Belle! You are using your lycan form!’ ‘Don’t be ridiculous. This is just me using my gifts.’ I give him a toothy grin. I feel like my smile is scarier as a lycan than it is when I am a werewolf. ‘Get down from there.’

I pushed myself closer to him, willing my fear to dissipate. "Beast," I whispered, struggling to find the words. "I need time to think about this. I haven't decided if I want to be with you or not." At my words, he withdrew his hands and stepped back, hurt and fear etched in his eyes. I couldn't help feeling guilty for causing him pain. As I looked at him, I struggled to find words to describe him. He was both terrifying and alluring, like a powerful animal waiting to pounce.

“She’s the best in Seattle. It’s up to you, Mira , but I would think Dr. Ashbury would have ideas about how to restore the texture of your skin around the eyes and over the bridge of your nose and brow.” Holding very still since the camera was still firing, she said, “I’m not sure I will care what I look like if I can’t see myself.” “Well,” he said, “it’s just a thought, an option. And the burns didn’t warp the bone. I’d say you’re a good candidate for full restoration.” “Yeah, tell me the same about my eyes and I’ll be happy,” she said, trying not to sound sarcastic. “All right, we are all done here,” he said, dabbing at the corners of her eyes. “I will have a nurse come in to dress your ba

However, that is sometimes a blessing for him because his opponents who don't know him well underestimate Max because of his handsome face. Max Levine has a pair of beautiful blue eyes framed by thick, curly eyelashes with a pair of thick, angled eyebrows. His facial bones are high with a strong, straight jaw. His nose is sharp and has been cracked repeatedly by his opponent's punches. His lips are reddish, not too thick, but can soar the high level of imagination of the opposite sex. The man's skin is thickly hairy, slightly brownish, burnt by the sun because he likes outdoor activities. His hair is cut short with a stylish undercut motif adding to Max Levine's handsomeness.

He would most likely be tired and hungry when he got back. Grayson had informed me that the girl McQueen had been talking about was his “beard” and her name was Selene. I looked her up and found that she was a pretty light skinned girl who had a successful modelling career. They looked good together but i wasn't sure who had come up with this idea and if i really was on board for it. What if she was only pretending to be lesbian so that she could get with him? If I voiced these thoughts would he be pissed or not, it just was all a bit too pretentious for my liking but for now i was going to let it go.

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

With a sigh, I turned away from the front and looked behind me to see a girl at the last roll waving me over. I walked over to her, tentatively and smiled hesitantly at her. She was a sub, I could tell that much. Her black hair had sharp purple highlights, and her make-up was goth style and she was wearing completely black outfits. Elites didn't entertain oddities or uniqueness like that. “Sit beside me. You didn't know? The back seats are for us. I'm sorry you had to find out like that.” She said, as she gave me a pitiful look.