Crystal Aesthetic Novels & Stories

TWELVE YEARS LATER, (12 yrs) At 20 years old, Jeisin was more pretty, good looked, intelligent, confident, ambitious, charmed and smart. She had a pure fair, soft built skin as her long dark brown hair moved straight on her back. Her cute face had glowed with her beautiful big blue eyes. And she has a sweet blossom soft lips. Her beauty has became incomparable. As she strongly resemble her mother, Miss Rayal in appearance and in benevolent. Then from her father's side, Annes as she resemble him in cheerfulness and in compassion.

"I thought you hate men?" George rolls his eyes. "Men of fashion are not men. They're arts." Krystal laughs heartily. She then pats George's shoulder. "Be careful with pedestal thing, George. Just like the song said, don't fall in love with a dreamer." She waves to George as she saunters towards the photo studio. Daunt Magazine's studio is not the best photo studio Krystal ever went to. But the utility is enough to survive the current photoshoot. Her clothing line –Hugace, read as Yugachee, not hageys, thank you very much– is littered around the studio. Hanging on the racks and dozen of staff hanging the clothes in their forearms waiting to get called, the whole studio is the kind of mess Kr

Nervously, I gulped down the glass of the campaign place in my front. I closed my eyes for a while,“Calm down, Crystal. It doesn't matter if you didn't get to be the winner –’” “Ladies and gentlemen the winner of the artistry award 2025 is…Crystal Morgan.” ‘Wait a minute. Did I just hear my name? No, I'm not the only one that goes by the name ,Crystal,’ I thought. “Crystal Morgan, please come forward,” the host said as the limelight showed on me.

Crystal noticed their rapid hand movements which went along with their voices that came out incoherent and angry. "... Adeline, stop this, okay!?" Cyrus's voice came out louder which caused the woman to flinch. Crystal furrowed her eyebrows when she remembered it was the woman he had been talking about to his friend. When the woman turned around, Crystal closed the door slightly, leaving a small space for her to peek. She eyed the curvy body of the petite woman, taking in how the short dress she wore hugged her small frame to her lucious brown wavy hair to her plump rosey lips. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched as well as her perfectly pointed nose. Crystal was envious of how beautiful she

Ryan replied. "Okay. Once they are-" My words were stuck in my throat when my eyes fell on Crystal who just walked out of our room. She wore a peach coloured dress that reached her ankles. It was a net draped over a linen cloth that ended on her mid-thigh. I raked my eyes from her head to toe. Hair beautifully styled, nude makeup and minimal accessories. No exaggeration, she looked angelic. I realized that I had been ogling at her for long enough, when I heard Ryan practically screaming into my ear through the phone. Snapping my head away from her side, I continued my conversation with my assistant.

I had planned to replace the herb in it before she returned but she beat me to it. Astra sat in the center but tonight, she looked older. Not physically but something in her eyes had changed. She looked strained, exhausted. “You found something,” I said quietly. She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she slowly lifted a white cloth and placed it on the table between us. Under it sat a small stone bowl. A crystal the size of my palm was inside. My breath caught. I know that. I had seen pictures of it in the grimoires. It wasn’t just red. It was the deepest crimson I had ever seen. Dark veins of black lightning moved slowly inside the crystal, pulsing faintly like a living heart.

Marking their partner, hands off. Crystal next to Jackson. She is as good looking as Delilah except she was blonde with light complexion. Same large breasts, but concealed a little more. But her eyes, oh my gosh, her eyes were crystal blue. I liked her at the bar, now even more at the table. 'Jackson, how do you manage to get all the good ones? I am jealous,' Crystal said. I blushed. She likes me, a shemale likes me! 'Crystal, we are just friends.'

The house was almost entirely made of glass, but it was protected so people couldn’t see what was inside of it. Leon took a deep breath. He thought about the moment they’d meet for a very long time. He knew she would face all sorts of emotions, and he thought he had his own feelings in control. But he didn’t think his heart would almost pound out of his chest the moment her eyes met his. He didn’t think he’d be so close of losing control and kiss her right there and then. Smiling at the perfect view of her lost in her own thoughts looking at the ocean on sunset, he was making all of the arrangements for her ritual with the help of Asten and Rebekah. They had just flown back from London. Thei

Gabriel sat across from Crystal, his sharp gaze piercing through her, making her feel uneasy. His eyes seemed to penetrate her soul, sending chills down her spine. Crystal's eyes darted to Fiona for help. Fiona, seeing the 'shiny' big shot, didn't dare offend him. She quickly wrapped an arm around Crystal's neck and said to Gabriel, "Big brother, let me introduce you to my friend, Crystal Jones. Crystal here owns a makeup company and wants to collaborate with your firm. Considering our good relationship, you're my brother, which makes you like a brother to her too. How about considering a partnership?"

I— His pride screamed, clawing inside his chest. He snarled, reaching behind him. “Not yet… You fucker.” He pulled out a crystal—small, unassuming, yet radiating terrifying power. Even from several meters away, the energy radiating from it made the entire facility tremble. It glowed with a dense golden hue—alive, breathing, pulsing. The brother smiled maliciously as he activated it,"Witness the power of actual Divine!' The crystal ignited—bursting with blinding golden light so intense that even Quintan instinctively stepped back. Divine pressure erupted, crushing the air, bending space around them.