Friend Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Family. Narcissus walked towards me where I was leaning against the kitchen counter. He grabbed my hip and put me on the kitchen counter than put his hand across my cheeks. I was captivated by him once again. Mesmerised by his flawless looks. Despite his scary and aggressive reputation, there was no use denying his incredibly good looks. I was attracted to him just as much as he was attracted to me. He could try and hide it but let's be real. He comes to me craving my touch and he uses his power and dominance to get what he wants but I hide it. I can't feel not for him. Not for anyone.

I look at her, my face no doubt portraying my emotions. “And do you think he’ll like you back Mercy?” She smiles and then like she’s acting she purposely wiggles her ass. ‘yeah I think so, I mean don’t you think so?” I smile, she’s one gorgeous model, in love with colors, and she’s always been someone who has this confidence, like she has always been sure of herself, no one to boss her around, I mean right from the time I knew her, she’s always been that independent excellent, elegant, beautiful, long haired.

"I'm Muslim! You're supposed to be hating me for that! I'm not Russian or Danish! I'm not European! I'm not Christian! Why can't you go back to hating me?!! You could get any pretty girl you want!! I'm not even pretty, I-" "Enough!" He irately ceases my ineffective rambling. "Don't you fūcking dare utter against your beauty in my presence, you have no idea in what enthralling ways your aesthetics affect me... like a madman with a thirst unquenched." I can only but blink up at him in my awkward stance. He continues, Impassioned. "Staring at you provides coolness to my eyes, and when you're not near, my eyes fūcking ache for you."

From Alpha Nick’s expression, I could tell he felt the same. Still, why ask me? Was he deliberately trying to make enemies for me? I shot him a glare and curled my lips into a slight smile. Then I said truthfully: “Lady Fashion targets upper-class women between 30 and 50. The designs should reflect their refined elegance and graceful charm. Anna’s drawings are lovely, but they’re too ornate—showy without substance, and they lack soul. Like the roses in the Moon Temple—they don’t need swings or fences. They’re beautiful just as they are.”

An ideal world where no competition is allowed, only a crowd, which despite being exhausted, is relentless when it comes to one day reaching the standards of beauty that belong to them. That is why, tonight, I choose to challenge everything he believes in by clinging to the theory that yes, aesthetic beauty is certainly attractive, but over time, one will need something more to keep the admiration burning like a flame. This may be intelligence, charismas, or a lost soul for those who love to mend one. The pity being that, most of the time, this becomes a rip-off. For when plunging into the depths of another, one may be startled to discover that our pure desire does not match at all with our

She fidgeted anxiously and tried to escape. "Just a little while," Sebastian held her back. "I miss you." "Ah, you're probably just missing Felice." Fathia crossed her arms. She realized that their faces were similar, but their appearances were not. Felice liked bold colors, while Fathia preferred soft colors. They had opposite tastes. "But it's okay, you can stare at my face as much as you want, so you won't miss Felice too much." At first, Sebastian wanted to refute and dispel the idea of this almost seventeen-year-old girl, but... he froze when Fathia suddenly snuggled into his broad chest. It felt nice to hold her closer.

"Stop with the flattering!" "I'm serious. You don't think of yourself as beautiful?" "I do, but you are exaggerating it!" Her lips form a pout. "That's because your beauty is enchanting. If I didn't like cocks so much, I would be delighted to embrace my lesbian side for you!" "Gosh, you are so smooth with words." Astrid clicks her tongue, casting her a light-hearted glare. "Moreover, apart from physical appearance, sensory stimuli also attract our species. This alluring fragrance will undoubtedly drive all un-mated males into a state of excitement."

“It is in that industrial style that you like.” Kiara followed me to it and I could tell by the wide eyes and the eagerness of her looking around that I was right. This style was right up her alley, even if she had decided to decorate her apartment completely differently. Different aesthetics to fit different houses, she had called it. I did not know much about decorating, but I knew that this one fit this house.

Flora replied smiling sheepishly. "Your new dress are you crazy?" Austin asked. "Yes I'm crazily in love with you, I don't know why you can't see it" Flora replied. "Let this be the first and last time you will try this rubbish with me," Austin said and Flora burst into laughter. "You can't leave here until you have a taste of me" Flora replied and put off her top, she's putting on a braless top and Austin burst into laughter. "And you think I'll be attracted to the ballon you called a brèast?" Austin's asked and burst into laughter.

In Safeport, Stacy got up early and began getting ready. Her pure white wedding dress was custom-made, accentuating her slim waist and swan-like neckline. The moment she put it on and walked out, everyone in the room looked at her in awe. "Oh my goodness, you're gorgeous!" Her friends gathered around her, marvelling at how beautiful she looked. Stacy smiled, her gaze landing on the mirror. In the mirror, her delicate features were like a painting, and her lips were curled slightly in happiness.