Novel & Cerita Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic

Giselle looked at the man and humphed , sure she has chosen this man to make Aiden jealous but she only did so because she believed that this man might rile up Aiden the most . While choosing she believed he wasn't that bad but it was only when he wasn't standing side by side with Aiden but when he did , the comparison hurt . Mike couldn't even touch the slightest bit of Aiden's charisma or power . But then again , Aiden rose to power when he was sixteen and created the crescent moon pack on his own from the scratch . Of course no other man could compare to him . There was simply no other Alpha who could beat Aiden , in power and wealth .

I’d almost managed an entire face before a heavy landed on my shoulder. “Ma’am, I need to ask you to leave,” the young guard sounded almost apologetic as he led me to the door. I caught a glance of my reflection in one of the make-up mirrors by the makeover station and smiled. I wasn’t the Zoe Smithson Greyson remembered from school, but I was a million times hotter than the snivelling mess sat in front of him 15 minutes ago. ***

The bones cracked and reshaped, the fur receding into smooth, bronzed skin until a tall, powerfully built man stood in his place. Klaus Mikaelson stood over six feet tall, his rugged frame covered in the hard-won muscle of a survivor. Deep silver scars laced across his chest and arms, telling stories of a hundred battles won in the dark. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and his sharp jawline was set in a firm, silent expression. He wore only a pair of dark, rugged trousers, completely indifferent to the freezing temperature. He looked down at her, his golden eyes scanning her from head to toe, lingering on her bare, bleeding feet and the torn fabric of her dress. A dangerous, le

– Malcolm curiously asks – “Where do you see my progress?” The guy leaning on his chin, his eyes fixed on Mia, he looks very elegant now and has a bit of charm. Anyway, Malcolm Hiddleston is a handsome, rich, and powerful guy that many noble ladies want to catch his eye. His beauty is like a diamond, bright and luxurious. It is said that he is even more handsome when he is dressed in an elegant black suit with a solemn tie on the collar, leather shoes on his feet, and a watch with gold-plated Roman numerals. Perhaps Malcolm is also aware of the beauty that God gave him, so he mistakenly thinks that the girl is saying that he is more handsome. But unfortunately, Mia does not hesitate and cont

‘She’s been dealing with this for Goddess knows how long. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” A voice that was as beautiful as it was cold and cruel sang from a few feet away. Mykelle, the Untouchable who hung off of Hael’s arm like his trophy girlfriend, sauntered my way. There wasn’t a single head, male or female, who didn’t turn her way. She was a work of art, a muse for the greatest of painters, and a vision that every she-wolf here aspired to be. Her hair was wild with volume yet tame enough to make out each individual curl on her head, and the direction it spiraled. I had yet to meet her mother, the woman marrying Alpha Xavier, but I could already tell what features Mykelle had inh

Azreal lied and just as Talia perched forward and was about to speak the ornate double doors of his private office burst open and a hurricane of giggling rowdy wolves rolled in like a tidal wave. Mj, Sam, and Moxie tumbled into Azreal’s office as Ace and Jay brought up the rear, cackling like drunken fools until Mj’s eyes scanned the room, and they stopped on a set of lagoon colored blue-green eyes. As Mj’s body came to a screeching halt, so did her heart and brain. Dante sat only nine feet in front of her and as he shuffled to his feet, Mj practically fell to the floor. His beautiful golden waves of hair were completely gone. His head had been shaved virtually down to the scalp, but he had

As I stood there, transfixed by the beauty of the ice palace, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the Cryomancer's skill, and a touch of wonder at the magic that lay within her grasp. As I stood before her icy prison, the Cryomancer's gaze met mine. Her beauty was captivating, her facial structure was a masterclass in elegance, with high cheekbones and perfectly symmetrical features that seemed chiseled by the finest artist. Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder.

I smiled. Mia was amazed “man you caught me off guard” said Mia kissing me. Mia looks at me. My appearance was similar to my 2023 appearance. Mia looks at me seeing my (Metallic) gold hair, freckled fair skin, heterochromatic eyes (One Dharkonic Purple and the other Galeemic Red), Metallic Gold eyebrows and Sanitized Metallic Gold Paste. He wears a Metallic Gold Cap of Legend, Starlight Agent 8 Male Top, Starlight Painter's Mask, Metallic Gold Neo-Octoling Belt, Black Swimsuit Bottom, Metallic Gold Garters, Friendship Bracelet, Starlight Shark Moccasins, Metallic Gold Spiked Samurai Collar, Kitty Bell, Belly Ring & Metallic Gold Spiked Samurai Bands, Deathclaw Horns, Incubus Tail & Galeemic

“What sort of aesthetics?” The way Damiel asked his question while turning to look at his new right-hand man, Michail, was indicating something I think only I do not understand. Michail was seated beside Jamiel, opposite Caelyn who keeps sneaking a peep at him as usual even if today’s sneak peep has a hidden shy smile behind it. Cae rarely gets shy. If something makes that psychopath shy, I may as well never want to hear what it is. They had better not make it obvious to Damiel, I don’t want Michail to leave soon.

“After everything I’ve done? After who I am? Why do you all keep treating me with kindness? Why don't you try and kill me or try and end me? Put me in place? You, Damon, Sienna…. Why? I don't deserve any of this. Certainly not from you.” Kael looked at me, and there was something in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in anyone’s but Nikolai’s. Understanding. “Because grief doesn’t care about bloodlines,” he said. “And neither does sacrifice. Whatever darkness you came from… it doesn’t define you. It doesn’t define him either. What defines you is what you become, your choices that you made. And I can see now that you are doing your best to make the right ones. You were broken and he made sure to bre