Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“The one Azazel and Zoe are throwing at the Garden of Eden.” I run through my mental schedule before I respond, “Sure, I’ll go.” Mikhail’s lips curl into a wry grin. “Maybe you can dress as a vampire. It shouldn’t be too hard to do.” I roll my eyes with a bemused scowl. “And maybe you can dress like an ugly, asshole demon/angel hybrid. That shouldn’t be too hard to do either.” Mikhail scoffs. “I can do the hybrid, but I don’t know if I can do the ugly asshole part. Maybe you can show me how since you’ve gotten so good at it.”

"I'm just trying to do right by the monsters here. Now that I know that there are people out there who want this place, people willing to sic a fire lizard on me, I feel more determined than ever to make it work." Cecilia snuggled closer, his chest tingling as she drew away his body heat. He wasn't cold-his whole body tingled like he was building up a massive charge. He could smell her perfume, a soft floral scent with a hint of cinnamon. "Mike?" Cecilia said his name softly. "What's up?" Cecilia moved away from him, sitting so that he could see her better. Up close, her sightless eyes were like pearls, fixing him with an intensity that rooted him on the spot. Her hair fanned out around her,

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.

Those eyes, paired with his strong, chiseled jawline, gave him an aura of both danger and allure, a potent combination that stirred emotions deep within her. Azazel's hair was meticulously slicked back, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. Every strand seemed to be perfectly in place, a testament to his meticulous attention to detail. The dark locks gleamed under the streetlights, casting an ethereal glow around him. Olivia felt a tug at her heartstrings as she resisted the temptation to reach out and run her fingers through that perfectly styled hair.

' I asked the patroller as I hit the whip on the ground, making Alexa shriek, and I saw Aeon jolted from his position, trying to sit. "I, Young Alpha Aeon Mikaelson, reject you, Alexa Castello…" A smile tugged on my mouth as he began his rejection. At the same time, the answer to my question came. 'Alpha Aurelius and Alpha Audrus from the North.'

The way he looked at me made my skin crawl. "Ahh, the infamous Athena Hallow. It's nice to meet you finally. I would have met you long ago, but you have been a tricky one to track down." His voice held amusement as his sharp teeth shined in the light, perfectly white and deadly. I took a deep breath. I needed to play this off as if I had no care for him or his comments.

Because as soon as I delete it he insists on sending a question mark in the style of do you not plan to answer at once? However, I jump out of the fright in my own chair upon noticing the door opening. Mikael passes in front of me and my heart shrinks. Did I mention before that this man is afraid to be horrified by the way he has to impose himself, but that besides, he is very attractive? He must be about thirty-two years old or so, he wears long wavy hair combed with his hands back and piercing black eyes that gain presence and respect next to his height of ninety meter accompanied by his broad shoulders in suits about to burst.