Invader Zim Aesthetic Novels & Stories

he told himself that and shoved the thought away. Still, his mouth pressed into a thin line as his gaze slid across Asher's bedroom. The room was a total surprise to what Zane expected of Asher. The man performed masculinity like he was an actor trying to win a fucking Emmy award. Zane thought his room would reek of testerone with severely dark colors and like predictable boring patterns, but Asher's room had...personality. Last night, he'd been too affected by Asher's scent to properly take it in. There were lots of light brown and navy blue accents with lots of color pops. It didn't look designed by some multimillionaire interior designer.

Zheme didn't hear a thing, he was too focused on the audacious prick who had stepped into his house without an invitation. What brazenness! What insolence! If Zheme could, then he'd bury him alive right outside his house, but of course he couldn't...at least not right now. Sighing in disappointment, he continued to narrowly assess Mark, noticing that he looked much better in the pictures Zheme saw than he did now. In fact there was nothing on him that could be compared to the perfection Zheme knew he possessed. His brown hair was scattered messily atop of his head, it was a trending style for bad boys, but it made Mark look like a damn wet rat and brown hair, seriously... That was a major tu

9 meters tall Rank 4 male zombie that was way more good-looking with his green eyes. Not to mention, the zombified look on Scarlet’s face had diminished even more. In addition to that, her flaming red dress improved her appearance greatly; she looked just like a princess.

She thought, 'Z-Zaykee. Zaykee launched several attacks at the walls, but all of them just regenerated. By the way, Zaykee isn't in a normal state now, he is in chaos. Vendrix is currently sitting now, trembling in pain too. Well, Zaykee's presence and appearance are so terrifying if only you are with him right now. Zaykee keeps on destroying the walls, while Astrid, Kai, Von, and his friends together with Vendrix are struggling to dodge his enormous and heavy random attacks.

They had no wisdom. Moreover, those zombies were all in tatters and their skin and flesh were dried up. They looked no different from withered wood. But at this time, the guys who came out gave her a completely different feeling. These guys who came out did not look like zombies. Their bodies were painted like painting. Under the backdrop of the dark buildings around them, they were like murals in an ancient tomb. They were thick ink and colorful, full of greasy feelings, which made people shudder.

We can change at any moment that we want. The physical characteristics we're also unique, we have different colors of furs. Our Alpha Maximus was the white one. His eyes were red but it turns into brown haze in the daytime. The twins Cassius and Magnus, both have grey fur, but Cassius has ocean eyes while Magnus's eye color is bright like the sun.

I turned, my breath didn't just hitch, it vanished. Zayn was a vision of shimmering beauty. He was wearing a silver performance dress that was more of a suggestion than a garment with strips of silk and sequins held together by gossamer threads, designed for the high-wire acrobatics of the silks. He had hair extensions in tonight, long, vibrant red waves that cascaded down his back, adorned with silver rings. His makeup was ethereal, a dusting of silver over his eyelids that made those emerald eyes pop with a terrifying intensity.

“What is it?” He shrugged, already walking over to a table lined with brushes. “Still figuring it out.” Then, without warning, he reached behind him and tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it aside like it was no big deal. Except it was. A big big deal. I blinked. Twice. The last time I was in here, he’d been in his black hoodie and ripped jeans. Now? Shirtless Zade was a thing. Defined arms, lean but strong torso, and tattoos. Ink bloomed over his shoulder, winding down his back like smoke. Black and sharp and beautiful. I didn’t know what any of the symbols meant, but I wanted to trace them with my fingers.

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,”

They called him a gentleman for not hurting her with fists or kicks. Hunter flashed his white teeth to her, which struck her like a dart. "Tut tut, the virus rotted more than your skin. Your teeth and hair... They're gone. It wouldn't be wrong to call you a zombie, you know. Except that you're looking uglier than a zombie." Zara squeezed her eyes shut to unsee that expression he was sporting. "That's all you can do, loser. Laugh."