Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic Novels & Stories

And I wanted to press on it. I thrive on weakness, and when I set my eyes on the girl, my body reacted. At her fear, her weakness, her innocence, her situation. I wanted to ruin her. I wanted to own her fear, and I already knew how. Hell, I knew I already did. I am Rai Mikailov of Podolskaya… a serpent. Having people fear me was my specialty. That’s who I am.

Marissa POV "You see how we cut the line? No hassle. We are hot, babe," Hailey said, adjusting her cleavage in the mirror-lined hallway. Her blonde hair was snatched back into a high, lethal ponytail, her green eyes popping against thick, dark mascara. She looked like a predator in her shimmering bodycon dress.

he said. Azrael swirled and looked at the guy and she was astonished of how attractive and luring he is. His voice magically fits with him, it can be high but also raspy or honey-voice, and everything in between. Azrael has seen different humans in the course of billion years and she can say this guy is gifted to have those sparkling eyes. For a moment, she thought he was talking to the bartender but she realizes he wasn’t there anymore, and he is now approaching her, “Hi.” she smirked and replied softly. Azrael decided not to take her anger on the guy as she found him gorgeous enough to be treated nicely. Yes, Azrael took basis on looks.

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

“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

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.

I finally explained the entire plan. "My mother can mold flesh and bone with her magic," I said, keeping my voice steady and direct. "We have to find someone in the pack who has the exact same physical proportions as Kael. The same height, the same build. And we have to transfer Kael's face onto them." I looked Fenris right in the eyes.

"Angelic energy. But it's corrupted, tainted in some way." The room stiffened at his words. Lucifer, now finally noticing Mikael's absence, spoke up, "Where is Mikael? Why is he not here?" As if on cue, the doors of the conference hall opened, and Mikael Heaven Cassius entered, his white robes flowing gracefully behind him, representing purity. The room fell silent as he approached the table, his presence serene yet commanding. Mikael's eyes met those of the council members, and he spoke with a calm certainty. "I sensed the same energy you described. It is indeed angelic in nature. But it is pure yet corrupted, a distortion of its original essence."

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.

Mykhol narrowed his eyes. “How odd.” “Maybe you’re just unlucky, my lord.” Maddie shrugged with a chuckle under her breath. Mykhol raked a hand through his blood-red hair. He half wished he didn’t spend the early hours to make it ready- because it was becoming waste. Ana wasn’t even here to see it. Mykhol pouted at the thought. Mykhol took great care of his image- because it held such an effect on others. But that only worked if they could see him.