Crystal Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I gestured a fake genuflection and walked out of the throne room. As I left, I could hear several murmurs and shouts from the cabinet members. But none of it concerned me. Tonight, I was rejecting Adrian. Moonlight came faster than I thought. And before I knew it, I was standing opposite the infamous Alpha Adrian Caul in the throne room. I still couldn't deny his striking handsomeness and the rugged appeal he had. But I knew better. Beneath all that was the most sick and twisted of all monsters. I inhaled and held my breath. "I, Crystal Grimme, do hereby reject you, Alpha Adrian Caul, as my mate"

“Hope I’m not interrupting a spa day.” Crystal was already leaning on the balcony rail, one leg crossed over the other, towel secured and sunglasses now perched perfectly atop her head. Kayne’s gaze found her instantly. “Well, damn,” he muttered under his breath. “You planning to kill a man with that swimsuit or just ruin his evening?” Crystal rolled her eyes. “Maybe both. Depends on the man.” He chuckled and looked at me. “And you—always the picture of villainous elegance.” I smirked. “Better to be feared than forgotten.”

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.

The melanin with short pixie hair squealed in excitement. I gave her a wink and she gasped in shock. “Please do well to introduce yourself ladies” I said with a huge smile. “I'm Esther Faux, I'm 20 years old and an upcoming model!" The melanin said quickly. She obviously wanted me to like her. Unfortunately, she didn't interest me much. “My name is Annabelle King and I'm a fan of your model work, very elegant” The other said with a bowed head, she seemed kinda shy and quiet.

The darkness in the city always carried a touch of fervent beauty, even at night, it couldn't shake off the scorching heat in the air from the daytime, and it exuded a profound sense of mystery, tempting people to peek into it. In an elegantly decorated French restaurant, Crystal sat near the window, gazing out through the glass at the bustling streets below, her delicate face tinged with a hint of sadness. She was wearing a light blue dress that was both delicate and pure, with finely arching eyebrows that seemed as if the most famous painter in the world had meticulously drawn them, appearing so perfect under the illumination of the lights, a perfect reflection of her sorrow. Such a woman

He said, still explaining. I nodded. I figured out that much but it was still fascinating to listen to. “Come on, let's go inside.” He said and held out his hand and I took it. We walked in and I felt like I had been transported into the Bridgerton World complete with the massive, looming hallway, the very modern massive living room. Which was decked in gold, and marble here and there. Various antiques and art works lined several parts of the living room. “Peter? I'm definitely going to pass out by the time all this is over.” I murmured breathlessly as I ran my hand over an oddly shaped sculpture piece.

It looks like her guest is not an ordinary person who is easy to get rid of. "Tell me, what do you think of Athena?" Crystal’s expression darkened. A flicker of pure hatred flashed in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with indifference. She had encountered people like this before—people who pretended to be interested, only to turn their backs on her once they got what they wanted. "I’m not answering that." "You don’t have to. Your eyes say enough." The woman remained unfazed. "You’re wasting your time!" Crystal clenched her jaw. "You—"

“How may I help you, Luna, Alpha?” “Yes. The Luna here needs a new gown,” I said with a smile to my mate. “Of course. Do you have a preference, my Luna?” Krystal looked around, and her eyes stopped on a gown hanging on a wall. She walked over to it. I have to admit, it was a beautiful dress, and I can imagine it on Krystal. She lifted it off the hook and checked the size before turning and asking the saleswoman, “May I try this on?”