Novel & Cerita Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic

by nettles. Kael’s face drained of color. He staggered, one hand going to his chest like I’d punched him with air. “Stop,” he rasped. “I’m not ” I started, but the words tangled. The power wasn’t listening to me; it was answering his heartbeat, the sudden spike of pain I hadn’t meant to share. The nearest torch died completely, spitting a coil of black smoke. Shadows lunged closer. He dropped to a knee. The sight cracked something inside me I didn’t want to name. I shoved the heat down, swallowing it like broken glass. Slowly the flames found their height again, wavering but alive. My ears rang. When I could focus, he was rising, shoulders heaving, eyes bright with something wild. “First ta

Now, back to the current situation, After the chanting, the MC hush the crowd and continued, "NOW WE SHALL PRESENT OUR KING TO SPEAK OF HIS GRACE!!! I PRESENT... MR.MIKAEL LENOX!! THE CRAZY PHANTOM!!!" As all eyes directed to him, he stood up to show himself, the man sitting beside Mark stood up. It indeed was Mikael. Seeing him stood up as the light above him beams toward his figure I feel my body heats up and my heartbeats grow loud as if it's right beside my ear. Ugh. I can't argue about how he got good looks and a cool vibe but I swear to God, his smile is so adorable, even tho it's more like a smirk than a smile. But even with this, I will still kill him after this all ends right? Will

Not even my fears come close to knocking that single goal off its pedestal. I allow myself to drink in the view of him, and my breath is stolen away. From afar, I’d not seen the tiny details about him, like how his perfectly fitted suit is not black but charcoal grey with a hint of brown undertone. Or how the whole ensemble severely contrasts his pale hair, garnering attention towards his attractive face. Against my better judgement, I conclude he looks nothing less than an angel; it messes with my brain as Mikael is nothing but the devil’s incarnate.

Chris said. “Fuck you, asshole, it is not mold.” Mykynzye growled. None of us had said a thing as we stood there listening to these three give each other shit. They sound like Minerva and Bohdi. I could not help but study the three of them. Mykynzye and Kaelayni were the same height as Mykayla. They have the same dark forest green eyes. That is where the similarities end. I saw the tattoos at the concert but now that I see them up close, I can see that they are changing color and moving on their own. It was slightly mesmerizing to watch them move and change colors. They were gorgeous when they were on stage but fuck me, they are even more beautiful in person. I smirked as Kaelayni walked ove

The sweetness explodes in my mouth, and I savor the flavor. Azrael nods with unbridled enthusiasm, his extraordinary ombré eyes flashing with joy. His eyes, a striking feature he shares with his sister Astria, are truly one-of-a-kind. The ombré effect creates a mesmerizing gradient as if the colors are bending and adapting to the surrounding light.

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

Mia's bright smile and infectious laughter drew to us. She was a stunning blonde with long, sun-kissed hair that cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled with warmth and friendliness as she engaged in conversation with Alexis. Mia's features were delicate yet striking, with high cheekbones and a petite nose. She had a radiant glow about her, exuding confidence and poise. Her American accent was evident in her speech, and I could tell she was someone who was comfortable in her own skin.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

Saela bit her lip to stop a grin, Hasmik disappeared back into the closet with a dramatic squeal, and Mirenya resumed applying highlighter like nothing had happened. "It's like you guys are up to no good," I mumbled, eyeing them suspiciously through the mirror. "You're making me very uncomfortable." "Girl," Hasmik called out, now muffled from inside the closet, "you don't need that kind of anxiety right now." "Exactly," Elenwyn added smoothly, brushing her fingers through my hair to loosen a curl. "Just trust us." "Trust you?" I blinked. "You guys are planning my public unveiling to the entire supernatural realm like it's a heist."

Why would he be afraid? My vision blurred, but through the haze, I saw him. Zayn rushed toward me, his mask slipping from his face. His eyes—usually cold and hard—were filled with something unfamiliar: horror. "Darling, what have you done?" His voice cracked as he knelt beside me, pulling me into his arms. I didn’t understand. His sister, Seleira, had been poisoned, and I was accused of the crime. Why should he care? But as his arms wrapped around me, lifting my body with care, my heart raced with confusion.