Crystal Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

“I’m mad at you. But I missed you more, so I’ll be mad later.” “Can we schedule it for Tuesday?” “No. I’ll send you a voice note at two in the morning.” She pulled back, held both my arms, then inspected me from head to toe with eyes capable of assessing stitching, weight, lip color, and emotional stability in a single glance. “You’re still offensively beautiful,” she said. “You’re wearing enough crystals to interfere with maritime navigation.” Krystal lifted her chin, pleased. Her dress was pale gold, covered in details that caught the light every time she moved. Long earrings. Stacked bracelets. A tiny rigid purse that couldn’t possibly hold anything useful.

She moved closer to Damien,whose back was turned to her,admiring his broad shoulder and backview,she couldn't fathom these feelings of her. "This man.....he is super handsome, breathtaking." Without any doubts,this man before her was a work of art,God really created enough time to create him.she turned back again to searched for her little bunnies but they aren't there again. As she watched him, having a discussion with his friends rather bodyguards,she thought of ways to get his attraction or convinced him. "Hi Damien,I am crystal and I like you.." No,that would be too much. Or,Hi damien,I am the daughter of "my face,my beauty" magazine,the top-notch magazine in New York,can we date each ot

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.

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.'

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?"