Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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 fisted the glass in my hand, the anger boiling inside me like a pot about to overflow. “What was so special about that, Hailey? Look here, dude, so many hot girls are gawking at you.” The dude dares to wrap his arm around my shoulder, turning at the girl with a dress as short as a handkerchief and boobs as big as watermelons, and they look so fake and plastic compared to Hailey’s natural beauty. I pushed his arm off me, my mind consumed with thoughts of Hailey’s genuine smile and the way her tears glistened in the moonlight. Her smile was like a beacon of light in the darkness, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. And her body is like a Venus statue, sculpted with grace and elegance that

That evening, Haley dressed in the crimson gown, the rich color accentuating her every curve. Her makeup was flawless, her hair styled into soft waves that framed her face. A beauty mark just below her eye added a touch of allure. She was striking, like a vision from a painting. As she walked into the auction hall, she felt all eyes turn toward her, including those of Alex Lane, a man known for his sharp wit and even sharper tongue. He took in her appearance with keen interest.

Her voice itched her ears. She looked away from her phone facing Carly who was by then twirling her car key as she talked. Her hair was dyed red this time around but her makeup caught her eyes first. It was too much that it made her look so ugly, maybe the girl wanted to doll up like Jezebel but instead made herself a witch. "Why do I have to be scared? I love reading supernatural books. I always wanted to see a real life non human especially a vampire." Mia said "So you are a witch?" Mia asked putting back her phone into her shirt pocket.

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.

Majesta said looking worried. “Did she blame it all on Craven?” She nodded and knew she needed to sit down. She went into the dining room. The truth was that Amèliä hadn’t really blamed it all on Craven. Magnusson didn’t seem to need an invitation to follow her into the kitchen. She sat looking at him wondering if he would just sit down. After a few moments he did sit down looking at her with those hazel eyes. They were not hazel, more like a brown with green hints. They were endearing to look into and see the depths of his knowledge.

I kneel on the obsidian platform, the cold, digital glass biting into my knees. In front of me stands the woman I’m terrified to be. Dark Mia. She looks exactly like me, but stripped of the apology. Her eyes are voids, swallowing the neon light of the code-verse. Her lips are curled in a cruel, knowing smile. She’s wearing the haptic suit, but it’s torn open, revealing skin that glows with a bruised, violet light.

I arched my back into his touch, nipples already hard. "Maybe I want to be the one to ravish someone." I mused and smirked into the mirror. Mikaela understood what I meant. Understood my dark intent. I wanted to taste blood. Had wanted to kill someone for the longest time. I never understood why I had the urge and just Mikaela knew of it, but it was still there. Still pressing into my mind. "It's too early in the morning for this!" She hollered as she walked into our new closet. Five seconds later, she walked back out holding a lilac dress out in front of her.