Descriptive Traits Novels & Stories

He heard in the tiniest and sexiest voice he'd ever come across. She turned to look at him and he mouthed a curse as he stared at her. She's damn gorgeous, pink lips that were made for sinning, high cheekbones, a pointed nose, blonde errant waves of hair at her sides and her amber eyes taking in his whole sight with disgust. "Hello! Take a picture, it'll last longer" She snapped and he stopped drooling, embarrassed as her maids giggled. "I'll rate you a 0.2 on a scale of 1-10, even if I wanted a guard, it wouldn't be an ugly ape like you" She insulted and he let out some breath.

Wow, she must really like Caspian for her to act on her own accord. "Impudent. Aggressive. Arrogant. Callous. Vulgar. Self-centered. Zealous. Careless. Impolite. Poisonous. Inconsiderate. Hostile. Skeptical. Wow, you're that much of a person?" I enumerated. "A-Are you insulting me?!" She flared. "Insulting you? Oh my, don't make me the bad guy here. No honey, I'm not insulting you, I'm describing you." I grinned. Hehe.

Tentatively at first, but then growing bolder in her answers, mother explained exactly why she wanted me so much. Motherslut explained watching me grow into a very attractive young man, of seeing how much of a good person I was, how I was intelligent, thoughtful, independent, and honest. She went on at great lengths about my good personality traits and other intangible qualities about me that she found attractive and desirable. Then taking a deep breath, she described my physique and physical appearance like she was describing a marble statue of some Greek god. Finally growing bold, motherslut described how attentive I was as a lover, my incredible sexual prowess and longevity in lovemaking,

“I mean, his face. Describe his facial features.” “Oh,” Emily immediately felt stupid. “Oh. I mean, of course, that’s what you meant. I was going to get there. I mean, eventually.” Her smile didn’t leave her face. “Of course, ma’am.” “So, um, his facial features,” Emily was suddenly conflicted on what to say out of fear she was going to be overspilling. “He looks okay. He always furrows his brows but right, that’s not the point. How do I describe someone’s face? He has pointy nose? Not too pointy though. Like perfectly shaped pointy nose. Um, what else? His cheekbones? He rarely smiles but whenever he does, they come to life in a way?”

” I asked uncertainly. I didn’t want to remind him how Robert described him, but I knew we had to have this conversation, especially now when he announced us being mates in front of quite a big crowd. ”Yes,” He simply stated, turning the car left. ”Every word he said was accurate. I am relentless, ruthless, heartless, vicious, savage, beastly. Name all the negative traits, and I probably have them, like most people, even you.” He looked at me briefly, ”But it only depends on us which features we want to be defined by and by whom.” He turned into the driveway to the packhouse, but I didn’t correct his path.

Desire, at this stage, is a tantalizing mystery, like an unfinished novel, with each chapter promising a new revelation. The allure of desire can manifest in various forms. It might be the warmth of a smile, the twinkle in the eye, or the subtle brush of fingers that sends shivers down one's spine. In the gentlest of touches, in the quietest of conversations, an invisible thread of attraction weaves its way through the fabric of their connection.