Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I stopped on my tracks, suddenly realizing that I am following this man somewhere and I am alone. He heard me stop walking and so he did too. Slowly, he turned to face me. The corner of his mouth curving up in a lopsided smile. Azrael King gets attention not just because of his reputation but because of his insane looks. I hate how this man could get good looks while being what he is. I swallowed the lump in my throat and I instantly regretted doing so as his smile got wider when he saw it. He likes it -- seeing his preys intimidated and cornered. And I hate how I ended up in this situation in the first place.

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

And even if this will be my last resort to keep what we are until the end despite this selfishness of mine, who would blame me? Mikael got out of the dorm. He looks so messy that made my eyebrows rise. Is this the renowned son of Principal del Fuego that I just met earlier? The one who is also famous for being so handsome and one of the heartthrobs from his previous school? He looks so out of that description though. He looks like a human form of sticky rice we used to eat in a snack that is being coated with a lot of rice flour. His face is filled with face powder that is not being fixed. Is he doing this foolishness on purpose? Khrystyanna approached him and fixed his necktie and his messy

The contrast between them sharpened in the emptiness. Mykhol stood tall, shoulders relaxed, skin unmarred by cold, by age, by time. The firelight caught the planes of his face and made him look almost indecently alive—gold hoops in his ears glinting when he shifted, the faintest clink sounding like a private amusement. He was a vampire at his peak—handsome, composed, wearing control like it had been sewn into his skin. Nugen, by comparison, looked forged rather than born.

“Well, someone’s got to keep you out of trouble. Plus, I want to know what this girl looks like. Is she hot?” I snort in retort as I picture Zoe with her sweet as honey skin and sapphire eyes. “She’s beautiful. Her eyes are the color of the calmest oceans, and her skin is creamy and smooth like honey. Her hair is long and soft like silk…” Mikhail’s brow quirks at my poetic words. However, his amusement fades when I continue. “…and I’m sure she wishes that she’d never laid eyes on me after I kicked her out of the house when Nevaeh showed up─ uninvited. There was no way I’d let her find out the true reason why I’m here.” Mikhail snickers in bemusement. “Leave it to you to fuck this up. But I’m

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.

Showing only the deep blood-red lipstick and the fine bridge of her nose. “Hello, there, handsome,” she flirtatiously crooned, sliding her palm from his arm up to his shoulder and to the curve of his neck, tracing the outline of his mask. She was smiling, flashing him a set of pearly teeth, but what catches his utmost attention was her hooded gaze behind the mask. She’s undoubtedly beautiful, he noted, with a voice so sultry that could make any man fall immediately. But Mikael knows better, looks can be deceiving and some wore the countenance of an angel, yet deep down was a rotting flesh of the devil.

Mikael was in complete shock at her study; it was beautiful in an almost morbid, macabre way. We both took a seat next to each other on the couch while Sajida sat on the other side of her desk in her throne. She flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder and just grinned at us; she enjoyed being right. She knew I would come here. All she had to do was wait. Before Mikael and I could say anything, we both saw small shadows under a console table by the wall underneath a window. Mikael jumped slightly, but I knew what they were - the small dolls that I met the last time we were here. There were three of them - one with a pentagon on its belly, another with a triple moon, and the last one with a t

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.

Maybe a new creation of Drew. Marcus, as Nikos has said, has an unusual hair colour. It was a silvery white, like that of snow in winter, and when light hits his hair, it glistens just a little as if fairies were sprinkling some glitters upon him. He also has pale skin… not to the point of looking like a scary monster— a vampire— but a pale skin just like Snow White and he just looked like a prince of fairies by now. When I looked at his lips, it was then that I decided that he is the alternate version of Snow White, but with white hair. His lips have a pastel shade of red, lighter than my own. However, what captivated me the most was his eyes. A dark colour of red behind the black frames of