Hunter X Hunter Aesthetic の小説・ストーリー

Now, I knew why Alex froze. Hunter Steele entered the room with oozing confidence. He stood tall, taller than I last saw him. His boyish features were replaced with adult handsomeness. He grew a stubble which entirely changed the way he looked. He looked more domineering, more confident and above all more unapproachable now. He wore a gray suit with a black turtleneck sweater underneath, giving some extra weight to his successful businessman reputation. Though he looked more handsome than I would I like to admit, it wasn't going to change the way I felt about him.

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.

Panic flares hot through my chest, and a hysterical breakdown threatens to overwhelm me. If I weren’t scared out of my mind, I’d actually appreciate how attractive Xander is. He has longish, dark brown hair, and strands fall over his forehead, making him look like one of the bad boys Papa Rocky Ace always warned me about. His eyes are brown with golden flecks giving me the impression he’s a jokester. He’s not dressed in a suit like Olga’s other guards but is wearing black cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and boots. There are tattoos on the back of his hands running all the way up his forearms, where I can see his veins snaking beneath his skin.

“The angel of course. She belongs to me.” “I belong to no one,” I growl out. Hunter stands between me and Tristan and begins shifting. I stare wide eyed as Hunter grows to stand about eight feet tall. His hands turn into claws, but he looks like something between a human and a monster. Lycans look nothing like wolves. He is extremely muscle and stands like a human but he has fur everywhere like a wolf and even a tail. I am fascinated though somewhat terrified. “Not even you will stand in my way lycan,” Tristan says calmly, though I can see the fear in his eyes as several lycans appear.

On the left-hand page of this enchanting tome, Astrid's eyes fell upon the captivating portrait of none other than the enigmatic Vampire King, Dexter Aquilo Gunner. His allure was beyond compare, akin to a masterpiece that had been granted the very breath of life. Dexter's vampiric features added a tantalizing edge to his persona; his porcelain skin appeared to shimmer and gleam under the gentle caress of the moon's ethereal glow. His sleek, snowy-white hair, meticulously arranged into a fashionable fringe, cascaded gracefully, partially veiling his inscrutable brow. It was as though the moonlight itself had conspired to frame him in an aura of mystique.

He says to Janel who grinds her teeth but lets go off me before stomping off. Hunter continues to hold my hand arm as he drags me off to an empty classroom. His uniform looked really good on him today and his hair was like he had just gotten out of bed. Hunter was attractive to a fault. His dark green eyes and sharp jaw gave him a dark and rugged look. A typical bad boy look. How more cliché could he get? If anyone wanted a bad boy model, it would be Hunter. His trousers hugged his long, muscular yet lean thighs. Fitting him well.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

On the two-seater, there were two other girls and then Hunter was seated on the one-seater with a girl sitting on his lap. “He's stupid.” Zahn said, drinking from her bottle. She was wearing a vest, showing off her tattoos. Both her arms were covered in red, green and black ink. Most of which were entangled branches and flowers. Zahn had black dread locks, dyed blonde at the edges, the sides of her head was cut low, and the dreads were in the middle, like a mohawk. She was African American, and light skinned. Both her nostrils were pierced, a ring and a stud. She was pretty but masculine, looking more like a guy who just happened to look like a girl. Not the other way around. “No for real,”

An effort that Hunter has made with me. Hunter is partially sitting on the arm of my armchair, with his hair messy for having just let out a laugh that made him throw his head back, like a worry-free boy. He is wearing black pants that cover his anklet, and his arms covered by a navy blue dress shirt that folds in the curve of his elbow, revealing the designs engraved on his skin.

Hunter shook his head with a light chuckle before going inside the room and closing the door as he positioned himself against it. He looked dashing in an outfit that looked like it was made out of the same cloth as mine, though his was colored gray and it was a tight fitted shirt and pants instead. Damn did he look delicious from top to bottom. Hunter gave me a smile and I felt my wolf and I melted at it, but deep down inside, I couldn’t help but see a bit of tiredness in his eyes too. ‘You don’t see it yet, but know that he has been cracked enough as it is.’ Carolina’s words echoed in my head and it tugged at my heart instantly.