Friend Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She couldn't help feeling a bit worried. Agatha knew Maurice since she's become popular earlier than her. As last year's female winner, Maurice was really a goddess. Last year, when she was sitting at the audience seats, she quietly did a comparison between Maurice and Misty and admitted to herself that the former was actually way charismatic than the other. The beauty level was the same, but Maurice Jensen, despite having a violent tendency, was a natural stunner. If the girl did nothing but stand next to Misty, or even Cloe, she'd appear a bit more beautiful due to her endless charm, which the two fell short a bit. There was also a bit of aura on her that makes her like someone from the hi

"Your words hurt me, Mrs. Danisa. I'm wounded by them." "Stop your nonsense, Fabian. Sit, and join us for dinner. After all, your models are here too," Kate interrupts, looking annoyed. She's even more irritated when recalling Fabian's casual behavior when he met her at Jane's house. "Alright, alright." Fabian laughs again. "But for my apology, I truly express it from the bottom of my heart. I hope you can understand." They don't care too much about that. As long as the dress is wearable, showcased to those who have exceeded the pre-order limit, they are more than satisfied. For a bunch of people who love to spend money on appearances, receiving a certain quota from influential people greatl

I sputtered out my question. Kain’s thumb rubs over the skin just below my lips as he answers, “a person’s look, idiot. What is handsome to one person might be ugly to another. Though companies like mine encourage popular opinion on what is currently in or not. For example, you have those boyish good looks. Blond hair, green eyes? Very popular with the girls right now.” There was that compliment on my looks again. I hoped Kain couldn’t hear the pounding of my heart with everything he was saying and doing right now.

To be honest, if Julien was considered ugly, no one in this world would be deemed good-looking. She was really confused over Lawrie's judgment. Which part of Julien's face made Lawrie think that he was ugly? It seemed that men and women had different aesthetic preferences. Just like how many women were considered beautiful in the men's eyes but not to women, and vice versa.

But I admire them with the same feeling of joy or excitement as seeing a sunset or a stag standing in the snow. I glance across the table at Kiera again. Aesthetically, she’s very pleasing. I’ve always thought that. She’s a composition of soft curves, … A pretty face, long legs, pronounced cheekbones. I particularly like her neck. I like watching how it twists and elongates as she looks around, as she laughs. But I want to photograph her neck, not lick it.

That’s not a compliment. “That’s the aesthetic we discussed,” Weston reminds her, his tone patient in a way that suggests they’ve had this conversation before. “Farm chic. Rustic elegance. Remember?” “Of course.” Her smile is bright and brittle. “It’s exactly what we talked about.” It’s absolutely not what she wants and we all know it. I make a mental note that Eloise’s moods seem to shift like weather patterns—warm and engaged during the dress fitting, cool and dismissive now.

He bent to my level and examined me properly. “I’m sorry, please stop crying. Tell me, what can I do for you to stop causing a scene?” I suddenly looked up at him, my crying reducing into whimpers. I studied his features, he had a manly handsomeness with a hard face and the cutest lips. “Fuck me!” I blurted out, surprised by my audacity. “What?” He raised a brow. “Please, I beg you. Or don’t you find me attractive? You don’t right? That’s why everyone hates me, it’s because I’m not beautiful,” I began a fresh round of tears.

However, today, Ciara didn't see any single person at all. However, Ciara doesn't pay much attention, she just needs to do her job correctly. Just as Ciara had that thought, the store received its first customer for the evening. The customer was a tall, slender girl with fair skin as white as boiled egg whites. At first glance, one would know that she belonged to the non-human race. Normally, Ciara does not like to interact with such customers. Even though she was educated that these two races were friends, the ideology of the fundamental differences between them had been deeply ingrained in her subconscious since birth, and it was hard to get rid of this prejudice entirely.

Sean heaved a sigh, “but how can you make a new design when you don’t understand the right perspective? You need to understand that the beauty of a woman is not in what she wears or where she lives or how she looks but in how she thinks, acts and talks. It’s in what that is inside her and frankly speaking, I don’t think you will ever understand that.” Frank frowned, “and why would you say that?” “Look deeply inside you, Frank, do you think you understand it?” The first thought that came to Frank’s mind was Athena, he had broken up with because she doesn’t have class and doesn’t suit his status but how could Sean know about that? How could he speak so confidently like he knew he had done a th