Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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.

I have either gone completely insane now, but I am almost certain that I am seeing Mekayla. But as I keep looking across the room, I am now convinced that I see her. She is exquisite; her long blond hair is tucked neatly in place and falls in waves down onto her shoulders. I can almost see her brown eyes that are accentuated by a perfect heart-shaped face. The beautiful line of her lips is covered in a light shade of lipstick. I close my eyes and focus all my senses on her. I can almost smell her unique scent coming from her across the room. It is a sweet scent of jasmine and a slight hint of vanilla. Then, she looks at me and smiles; she is even more beautiful than I can remember that curve

His gaze rests on my lips and the vague memory of our kiss at the bar appears in my mind. How can I hate him so much, and at the same time feel so bad to kiss him? A few steps interrupt our conversation, which I don't even know where it was going to end. -Well, well ... Who would say that the bad guy Azael Grimm was involved with the geek Lailah Gozt? -Cara Styles enters through the door of the changing rooms with a denim mini skirt and a long-sleeved top that reveals her navel piercing.- What an illusion the poor thing- she murmurs looking at me. Without a doubt, if Cara were an animal, she would be a viper.- She thinks you're caught by her. -This time look at Azael. Then he lets out a pois

Briefly, Kate wonders what her former roomie is doing right now, and if she ever did manage to graduate from Camp Unplugged as per the deal she made with she-devil Miss Perfect. {If so, at least one thing good would’ve come out of her snitching on me,} Kate thinks, with genuine concern and zero hard feelings. Going back to Mikaela, she was their rightside hitter because she’s left-handed. She also has this rare counter-clockwise puyo (hair whorl) that cursed her with cowlicks and unlimited bad hair days. She often tried to mask her insecurity over her hair in a constant mist of coconut and aloe scent brought on by all the conditioner, mousse and gel she dolloped on her head. If the first day

​I shielded my hazel green eyes with my hand, my stomach dropping into a familiar knot of pure irritation. ​The driver's side door swung open. Mike Weller stepped out into the cool night air, looking impossibly massive and imposing against the backdrop of the dark estate. He had changed out of his varsity jacket into a heavy, black designer streetwear hoodie that made his broad shoulders look even wider, paired with dark cargo pants and pristine sneakers. His golden blonde hair was slightly messy now, and his piercing blue eyes were completely cold, locked onto me like a predator tracking prey. The purple bruise on his sharp jawline caught the moonlight, adding to his dangerous, untouchable

"That's Alpha-property!" "No, it's a fire hazard." Austin dropped the ruined toy onto the floor. Looked at Caleb with pure unadulterated condescension. "Has Jaxon actually forgotten who he's dealing with? Mimi is allergic to mushy things. The mush makes her want to vomit then commit arson. Has he spent so much time with the Saintess that his memory has been erased with holy water?" "Austin's right, Caleb." I leaned back, arms crossed. "This is insulting."

kissing me might get him in some serious trouble when he arrives back in London. Mike is kind of a bad boy … big and brawny, with a lot of tattoos and he has a motorbike … he could turn a guy like Byron inside out. Byron strolls over during a break, it is very hot and his makeup is literally melting off of him, so he has to get a lot of touch ups. "Well, have you decided to give in ?" Byron sends me a mischievous smile, while I am opening my makeup bag. I start touching up his face ... he has such a good face to work with, with a strong jaw and cheekbones to die for ... he can carry the heavy makeup needed to turn him into Hades.

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

I stare at him while he walk, trying to figure out his motive. Ace is rather handsome. But in a dark, sinister way. He reminds me of Kael without the power and intimidation behind his name. He doesn’t seem to have much strength in his build, however, he always wears dark coats hiding everything underneath. I think his cunning is what he’s betting on to win this competition. I’m hoping for luck. “I would say we are almost halfway through,” I say calmly, not wanting to engage in too much conversation. After everything with Jake, I don’t trust anyone. If someone wants to make friends with a competitor, it’s for their own gain.

His crystal blue eyes were hard to look away from, and the smile on his face widened as if he understood the fact that I was checking him out. Letting my gaze wander away from his face to the rest of his body, Zain was dressed semi-casually. He was in a blue plaid dress-shirt and dark skinny jeans with brown loafers. He almost looked like a normal high school kid. At least anyone who saw him would think he was one and wouldn't attribute the fact that he was a supernatural being to him. "Hi," He said, his pearly white canine protruding slightly. "You look great," He said, his gaze moving from my face downward and back to my face.