Cute Emo Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Emma said. “Well, it’s cold out here. Come on in.” Giovanni reached for one of their bags, helping Ezra carry it inside as the door closed behind them. Emma’s gaze swept over the house. The house felt unexpectedly homey, decorated in an emo-inspired style. It was deep reds and blacks, layered with countless ornaments. It gave off the unmistakable vibe of a man who loved anime. “You have a lovely home,” Emma said. “Thank you, Miss Facer. I’ll take you to your room.” He lifted her bag.

Lisa turned the data sheet to another page. Emily looked down again, and all the words on the page had changed. It has become a kind of internet sand sculpture-like word such as emoticons, 'female', 'strong girl, strong girl, hahahahaha, laugh to death,' and 'niubi'. "666". Seeing that, Emily's expression changed again, her emotions began to collapse again. "You have completely ruined my image." "I'm a comedian now!" She worked hard for so long to manage the perfect, beautiful actress personality, and she was completely destroyed overnight. She became a comedian appearing in all the emojis!

It was on the damn classroom screen, with stupid captions written on it in red marker “ Haven, the most unsexy she wolf alive who makes people least interested in sex.” My fists curled up in anger and my fingers dug deep inside my flesh. I stood up, my gaze searched the class looking for that one culprit I knew was responsible for this, that stupid cheerleader. “Ember!,” I whispered to myself. That stupid bitch, there she was smirking proudly at me. She was looking stunning as always, her hair strawberry blonde, tied in long high pony tail, flowing down her back in long waves, her eyes hazel, with thick fake eyelashes, dark lipstick and mascara. Ember was naturally a flawless beauty but she

Not that I know anything about hockey. I blink once more. Maybe my hangover is fogging my brain. Hell, he’s about the same size as Mel ― female petite. Which makes him smaller than me. His head barely reaches Jackson’s chest. Dressed in an oversized T-shirt and baggy jeans stuck into ankle-length black combat boots, which look like they could walk away on their own, his whole aesthetic screams emo-goth skater boy — with heavy emphasis on the boy part. If you tell me he is sixteen, I’ll believe you. His flawless skin and delicate features are way too pretty for a man … in fact, it looks like they’ve been ripped straight from a K-pop stage.

All I can do is stare at Darragh Ryan with bugged out eyes. Fate has to be playing a joke. My aesthetic is delicate, sweet, romantic, cottagecore. His aesthetic is—the pants I wore all last week are fine. No shirt, no shoes, no problem. Haircuts are for the weak. I kill things with my bare hands in human form. I’ve been through hell and seen the other side. Tingles race across my skin as my stomach drops. When does it end?

Ordinary. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what Marcus might see when he looked at her. Did he find her attractive like this, sans makeup and tight dresses and Hollywood glamour? On his good days, rare back then and non-existent nowadays, Liam used to tell her that she looked ‘cute’ like this. ‘Cute’ he said, but he never meant it the way you’re supposed to, like pastels and peony blooms, and Harajuku fashion. He meant cute like a puppy, cute like a monkey dressed in circus clothes, cute like a piece of macaroni art destined for the trash once the kid’s back was turned.

Which, in fashion terms, means I needed an outfit that screamed “I didn’t try too hard, but yes, I did moisturize for you.” I was mentally debating three outfit options. All of them carefully crafted for the “yes, I’m cute” aesthetic but with just enough casual thrown in to not look like I spent two hours deciding. And then there’s the real issue—what if we run out of things to say? Highly unlikely, but still. If the conversation dies, I might launch into a story about how I once cried at a puppy adoption ad and make things even weirder. So, naturally, I did what any emotionally unstable, aesthetically-inclined teen would do.

Once I was in, I gently closed it. The salon was very decent and busy. So many beautiful men and women doing their hair. The place had a glorious scent of an expensive taste. I stood by the door looking around for any familiar face but all to no avail. Nobody hollered at me or welcomed me. I sheepishly walked to the front desk that sat ten meters or more ahead of me. I found an emo girl sitting behind the desk. Her name was Emma as her tag said. She had black and green hair mixed all together in a shaggy hairstyle. Her theme, clothes, and makeup were deeply dark green and pitch black.

You: I know, she's making me clean because of you😒 Idiot: Well then, I hope to see the house spotless when I come over （╹◡╹） You: Tf you will. And what the hell is that?! It looks so creepy. Idiot: A Japanese emoji, and it's not creepy. I think it's cute(*^ω^*) You: Like hell it is. I swear you find the weirdest things cute. Besides me... Idiot: Nothing is cuter than you Hunter❤️ You: Stop saying embarrassing things😳😳...... Idiot: See you later cutie pie <3 And like that we stopped texting, I was now blushing from his pet name for me. 'It's so embarrassing'. I thought as I rested my head at the kitchen counter.

"Because I didn't know if Miss Inette would be here today, so I thought I'd wait outside and take my chances. Is this child radiant? Her smile is so dazzling. "And if I go in alone, Emo will hide. I don't want to scare him..." What a gentle and kind child she is. But Emo is not afraid of people at all, he just doesn't like to be touched. Emo is a cat that can't be touched by anyone but me! I push open the greenhouse door and confidently call, "Emo! It felt like telling my own child to come out and perform for the relatives...