Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Castiel smiled helplessly and said, "...he found a professional aesthetician overseas Miss and he had ordered something for you to wear for the party. There's nothing to worry about. Everything was settled." "Aesthetician?" Zenith frowned at him but after giving some thoughts, she came to understand the old man's intention and it's not that bad if she went out sometimes indeed. She needs it to keep herself from getting rot inside the mansion while she's pregnant. "Okay. I'll go and you two are coming with me." "Alright, Miss. I'll start the preparation right now." "Go ahead." *** At WILSON'S RESIDENCE… Mike was sitting in his swivel chair, gazing outside the window with different thoughts sw

Justice scoffed, "a carefully thought out way to make it look like he looks at you the same way he looks at everybody else but I know Aaron even more than you and I know when he looks at someone differently." Mia scuffed internally, if only he knew just how much she knew Aaron, he wouldn't have talked the way that he did. "Alright, tell me why your eyes are the way they are?" He asked Mia. Mia let out an awkward chuckle, "what's wrong with my eyes?" "Well, they seem to be amber like a wolf in its shift but then it's just that I've never seen you shift. Heck, you've never even brought out your claws." He remarked.

​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."

“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 dark hair is neatly tied at the nape of his neck, unlike the wild styles of those from beyond the border. Yet, there is a certain cruelty in the sharp angles of his face, and the way his dark eyes scan my body. I have been surrounded by monsters my entire life, and I can sense the one that lies beneath his pale exterior. I think I would rather be with someone who appears monstrous than one who is skilled at concealing it. One of the Wolves rips out the throat of the other. He grins, blood streaming down his chin. A wave of nausea washes over me, but Lord Marius merely smiles and applauds as if he is witnessing a theatrical show.

It was something that made whatever carnage they unleashed even more morbid. That’s when I saw him. He was the last to enter among the vampires. I just knew it was him, even before I saw his gaze scan the space, obviously looking for Dominic. He looked exactly like the Beta had described him: the most beautiful being in existence. His hair was dark as midnight. It was styled from his face, swept back in a sexy effortless way. His hazel eyes glimmered with golden flecks, and the way he narrowed them as he scanned the room told you everything you needed to know about the type of predator he was. His skin was pale, but it had a healthy glow. It was almost as though there was an invisible halo t

But I feel Alaric's muscles tense ever so slightly beneath my hand, a subtle change that is only noticeable because of how closely seated we are. Mikos's eyes glint with cruel amusement, he tilts his head to the side as his gaze flickers back to me. His expression changes once again and I cannot quite figure out what that look in his eyes mean, I'm not even sure I care to know so I conclude it to be cold dismissal. He turns and walks away with unhurried strides to stand with the rest of the participants, shoulders relaxed like this is just another one of his shows where he is the main star and everyone else is just an extra. His confidence and arrogance is astonishing.

for a bunch of eighteen-year-olds with zero actual booze. Aurelia coughs hard after her own pull, then shoots me a glare that turns into a reluctant grin when I snort. She’s stupidly gorgeous and she hates when I point it out, but it’s the truth. That perfect mix of her mom’s delicate features and her dad’s strong Caeli bloodline makes her look like she stepped out of one of the ancient pack tapestries we’re forced to study.