Novel & Cerita Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic

She looked confused, but she still tried to give a sweet smile—looking sensual and beautiful. If Mikael was still his old self, then he wouldn't pass up an opportunity to spend a pleasant night with a woman as beautiful as Miranda. She had beautiful eyes, a sensual smile and seductive lips. Mikael was already touching her breasts—something he'd always loved to touch in a woman's body. However, he realized that these breasts were not formed in a natural way, but through plastic surgery and breast implants, just like the other actresses. And… recently Mikael has been touching the breasts of a woman who never made any changes to her breasts. A pair of soft breasts that weren't too big, but felt

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.

In a few days she was going to be married and that was something to be looking forward to,she thought as she took another puff of smoke. °°°°°°°°°°°°°° ‘You know you look like a cupcake man in that tuxedo'.Catherine Mikaelson, Landon's elder sister muttered as she walked into her brother's dressing room. Tall,defined cheekbones and the signature shiny glossed black Mikaelson hair she was a token of sheer beauty. Landon was a little bit more blonde on the roots but he had the Mikaelson build from his broad and wide shoulders to his lean and lanky waist,and that mean man look on his face.

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

Micah asked. His blue eyes were no longer blue, they had turned a strange darker shade like the night sky. His features were still handsome but he now carried the famous aura of house Midnight. He truly was one of them. "I know you killed my brothers. There is no need lying about it," he added, watching her with those midnight eyes. "I —I... What do you want?" Hazel spat. Her hand was slowly going to her thighs to pull her dagger. He was obviously stronger than her but having the dagger close brought her a sense of security.

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.

“No, but seriously he seems like your type and you are his. I hear he only likes redheads with fiery attitudes and strong character plus the green eyes.” I saw a flash of something, maybe delight relief, but I couldn’t point it out. All I knew was that she wasn’t bummed to hear that she was Mikael’s type. If I had to guess correctly, she was a little bit glad. “I don’t like the guy. I think he is self-absorbed and arrogant, and he thinks the world revolves around him. I mean, who does he think he is? God, he infuriates me so much.”

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."