Bi Aesthetics Novels & Stories

If given some thought, Fiona was always dressed in simple clothes that still looked elegant on her. When Justin's dad finally introduced her to him, he could see how perfect she looked. He noticed that she had put on minimal makeup, showing her natural features. It is really rare for a girl to use less makeup. Whenever she laughs, her eyes twinkle brightly. For unknown reasons, it makes his heart beat faster. She had the most beautiful smile that he had ever seen. Reminiscing about that day still brings a smile to Justin's face.

As well, with all the action that had been going on, I now just realized how gorgeous he was—he was like a Greek god carved from darkness and sin, an almost unbearable sight to behold. The other dons were handsome in their own ways, but none of them could hold a candle to Deangelo. He possessed a raw magnetism that drew me in, a dangerous charm that whispered of both pleasure and pain. My stomach flipped as he walked toward me, his black shirt clinging to his large muscles; my heart took off like a kite in a windstorm. His scent, an intoxicating combination of leather, gunpowder, and something uniquely his, filled my nostrils, stealing my breath.

I reached out and grabbed his chin softly, then tilted his face up so I could see him properly. I was shocked. Speechless. I did not expect this… this kind of beauty. My heart flipped, but I didn’t pay attention to it. His hair was a warm brown, slightly messy like he’d been running his fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, normal shade of green, but they held something that hit me harder than I wanted to admit. He was breathtaking in a quiet, unguarded way that most people in our world had long lost. Too bad I’m here for his sister, not him.

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

“Don’t worry. The orcs would only go for good looking women. Aside from Marian, you don’t even have to worry. Plus, you think badly, which is enough to drive even the lycans away.” “Ajax!” Marian heads over and punches his arm. Though it clearly, it not hurt, Ajax places a hand over the spot where Marian hit him. “You’re a man with eyes. You know as well as the rest of us that Belle is beautiful. I see you stare at her from time to time so don’t lie about it.” Ajax flinches like Marian hits him again. Then, his ears starts to burn red before fixing his glare at Marian. “I do not!” He denies, his face getting redder. “I was just observing her fighting stances since they are all wrong!”

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

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