Hunter X Hunter Aesthetic Novels & Stories

High cheekbones and a very very sexy lips with an equally straight nose. So freaking beautiful. My breath caught and my heart seemed to be not functioning properly. It kept stuttering, beating out of time. As he stepped in he completely ignored my presence. Three steps ahead, he turned and looked in my direction, who was beside the shop's door and the most cornered place beside the window. He turned and I could see the tattoo that ran up on the side of his face, like a carving of some kind, so beautiful. He surpassed the hot meter. He could be in a magazine, posing and the article will be titled, 'Dark angel spotted nearby.'

She felt a tingling sensation on the back of her neck as her muscles tensed. Without warning, Hunter slammed his fist down on the table. The plates and the cutlery clattered, and his mother gasped in surprise. Staring hard at his father, Hunter started to shift at the table. As his eyes changed from blue to amber and his teeth sharpened inside his mouth, he tugged hard on Ash's hand. Ash felt an electric blue surge pass from Hunter's body and into her own.

Right now, I hope to be unrecognizable. A shoulder bumps into mine. I look over to apologize but lose all normal train of thought when I lock eyes with the man I came to see. Camden Hunter is as beautiful as the art he displays. He looks like he’s walked right off the pages of a catalog. With two artist parents, it’s like they couldn’t produce anything that wasn’t anything less than a work of art— their son included.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The pictures and the cameras hadn't done him any justice whatsoever. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" And now it was like he was feeling those feelings all over again. Khyle had never seen such a purely visual creature. Everything about him seemed to attract Khyle's senses, lighting them up. He was the very definition of eye candy. The thick muscular neck. The incredibly well-defined build of his tall sculpted body. The long slender nose. The sharp angular face. The crayon blue hair. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And those eyes. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

A strong, slender, ruthless Luna like Chloe was what the pack demanded—not a fat servant who only wasted space and supplies. The violent creak of the door flying open made me step back on pure instinct. Hunter appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but his black combat trousers. His muscular, tanned torso was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his blue eyes, which had once looked at me with the warmth of childhood, were now clouded with superiority and disgust. Behind him, Chloe emerged with a feline stride, wearing one of Hunter’s silk shirts that barely covered her slender thighs, looking at me with a sadistic smile of pure triumph.

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.

Hunters have always been handsome; good at getting close to the victims, sometimes with seduction. No one knew when they first began, for the Hunters all had looks so far removed from the people around them as they grew, different from their own people. Even when born from a human mother and father, Aztec children would inherit the gift from RA, but it was obvious from birth. All had the piercing blue eyes of the tropical sky, paler tanned skin than most of the others in the tribes, and dark hair that was glinted with gold flecks making it appear brown. As they grew they superseded their peers in maturing fast, with tall and powerful bodies and quick intelligence. Long before their true awak

This was classy and luxurious. “You can look around if you like. I designed this room myself. Each dungeon room has a different decor. I like the ones with a more modern flair and clean lines. I find my subs tend to be more compliant when they don’t feel the room is overly masculine and dramatically dark.” Hunter pulled off his tie and suit jacket, watching her eyes light up as she examined the room.

And Hunter found himself needing to scratch his own hands to try yo keep his raging hard-on under control. Fuck, at the same time he would love to rip off that dress of hers and lick every inch of the bare skin it hide… He wanted to place her on an altar just so he could worship her like the Goddess Corinne looked like when she stood before him, her face flushed in a way that didn't seem to be just because of the makeup. “Uh… So, am I late?” she asked, making it difficult for him to look away from those luscious red-painted lips and her turquoise eyes that looked even more vivid with all that black paint and gray colors around them.

Hunter pushes towards the surface, needing to take revenge for what this lowly woman has done to our mate. His hand shoots out once we are in reach of her, wrapping our hands around her neck in a death grip. My claws elongate on my hands, digging into the skin of her neck and causing blood to drip down her throat to disappear into her shirt. A menacing growl rumbles up from our chest, causing everyone around us to freeze and stare. We pull Savanah in close to our face. Hunter pushes through, forcing a partial change in our features as a snout and large teeth appear. The scent of Savannah’s fear and her blood mix together into an intoxicating scent that urges Hunter on, exciting him greatly.