Novel & Cerita Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic

She threw her head back to moan. Screw Aster! He knew that she could not resist him when he did this! Aster brought his head up in satisfaction. His lips were covered in moisture. “Are you still going back?” His gaze was electrifying, and his messy hair made his face look incredibly enchanting. Damn it! He was even sexier than a woman! Myka pounced on him. “I’m not going to let you go until I wring you dry today!” … Carol looked at her own reflection and felt her self-esteem dwindling.

Charlotte Hayes' POV I was walking from the room, when all of the sudden, my mother, Ophelia stood before me with that innocent smile of hers. An angelic smile that seduced millions of people in this world. "Darling, where have you gone?" She asked, with worried eyes. Ophelia Maine was a good mother that gave me everything I wanted. People would do anything just to experience what's it like to be in a care of the queen of the stage; but the only thing I don't like about her… is the fact that she's—"Don't tell me that you went to cry because you still couldn't beat me in terms of beauty?" She's a narcissist.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

"Then what about you? Don't you want to clean yourself up too?" Everyone was silent. After a while, Michelle's cheeks turned red. And it looks very clear. “Eh, n-no ... I mean, I ... I mean ...” "And Miss Mikaela also looked at Mr. Damien's body in the moonlight, above the surface of the lake, feeling drunk with lust and starting to do very hot things ... " Alexis chirped in the tone of a script from an adult story. And because of Alexis's joke, Michelle's face was getting redder like a crab that had just been cooked from being boiled.

ACE'S POV I looked at Hanson with a shocked expression. I couldn't see myself but I was pretty sure the look on my face would be a confused one. Mia is a witch? How is that even possible? We're talking about my mate here. She's sweet, innocent and kind. She doesn't have a single trait of deceit in her body. This can't be true. I looked at Hanson, hoping to find some sort of uncertainty in his eyes but all I could see was seriousness. He knew exactly what he was saying.

Kian “How is that every plan to win back that stone-hearted woman has failed woefully—” I bit into my burger, reaching for the can of soda at the same time as I popped it open. I didn’t care that I was making a mess. I have been starving for hours. Mikaelson Williams has made it his life goal to frustrate me. While he always acted like he was only following dad’s instructions, I knew he was doing this out of his personal vendetta against me just because I fucked his bitch years back.

Miah’s soul was so beautiful that anyone meeting her could see it shining in her eyes. Shaina looked up at the ceiling first, shocked that her body didn’t feel pain. She remembered the voice of an angel reassuring her, making her promises. A voice she had to listen to, but she was very afraid she had made it up. She turned her head and found her angel. She was beautiful. Every bit as beautiful as any angel Shaina had ever imagined. Her hair was long and flowing, as black as a raven’s wing. Her face was that of a Madonna. She had a classical bone structure that was delicate—almost fragile—and so beautiful that she took Shaina’s breath away. Shaina had not spoken a word in months. It was diffi

She was taller than Mihai and had a very kind smile. Despite the wrinkles, they were a very handsome, older couple, and their son looked exactly like a mix of them with his blond hair and blue eyes, handsome, tall and visibly strong. Nobody seeing them for the first or the hundredth time would ever guess that those images were fake. We yelp as Mihai's skin starts to disintegrate, wondering what the hell was happening. Mihai blurs as if he was made from mist and fog, and his features start to change. The temperature in the room goes down by a few degrees, and finally, Mihai opens his eyes.