Lisa Simpson Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Simone sat on the stool in front of the large vanity mirror attached to the room with a permanent scowl plastered on her face. The beauticians surrounded her moving their magic wands on her already perfectly shaped structure. She eyed the thick makeup brushes, hair straightener, and curlers, as they worked their way on her elegant face and hair. She limited her deadly looks for Alice and her team while the girls were giving her stern looks so that she’d cooperate. But this was Simone Thompson, someone who lacks the word cooperation from her vocabulary.

Gina lowered her voice and added, “She wants to make her entry when Apollo comes so that his entire attention is on her.” Emily laughed. “I can understand.” Then she gave me a side look, as if admiring my looks, as if comparing me with Rita. “Our Lisa also looks so beautiful, doesn’t she?” “Of course, she does!” Gina replied. She looked at me and said, “You have the most beautiful hair I have ever seen.”

whispered someone as we passed. "Yeah. How did we not know him?” answered the other. Ughh girls... I can't really blame you because I've been through that too. But please! Don't be deceived by those handsome faces, I'm telling you. And if you are going to simp, please don't go with this person who looks like an artist and has a big bank. If you can smile it's like there's no tomorrow. He really feels that he is very handsome, the only pretty thing on his face is just his amber eyes.

Lisa stands there, beaming, as if nothing has changed. Her short black skirt and floral-patterned crop top hug her frame just enough to look effortless. A soft cardigan hangs from her shoulders, and her short heels click against the floor as she walks toward me. Her golden blonde hair falls in perfect waves, framing her glowing face. Her blue eyes sparkle, warm and inviting, as if she weren’t planning to destroy my life. I glance down at myself, suddenly hyper-aware of the clothes I pulled out of my closet absentmindedly. Loose jeans, an oversized sweater, dull and shapeless.

Asher leaned against his expensive desk as his eyes ran over her body. Lisa's heart nearly leaped out of her chest when she saw the interest in his eyes. " Miss Summers " Asher's voice was hoarse " Do you know the gravity of what you are doing?" " I am not a child," Lisa told him. Just in case he might not want to get intimate with her because of her age. She was eighteen and was perfectly capable of making this decision for herself. " I know what I am doing "

We apologized and invited Lisa to sit down with us. Lisa was looking so fucking good. She had on a spaghetti strapped black dress with some stiletto heels. The dress was so short it barely covered her ass. My wife definitely noticed how hot Lisa looked and commented "Lisa you look so sexy in that dress, how do you keep from falling out of it?" Lisa smiled and replied, "thanks it makes me feel sexy because I feel like all the guys are undressing me with their eyes. I get so turned on when I wear this dress. It's my favorite."

She couldn't say anymore, couldn't let him see the emotion she didn't want to surface. " What reasons do you want? And for a minute, Joseph allowed himself to be lost. He reached up and slightly moved her hair away from her fragile face, her blue eyes shunned brightly….How beautiful could a woman be? “Tell me and you'll have it, what reasons would you have?! Lisa's voice hitched as she turned away from him. She didn't feel anything, she was just overwhelmed!! That was the lie, she made herself believe. The following afternoon, her assistant ushered her into the private fitting room of one of the city’s most exclusive designers. Rows of gowns hung waiting, each more intricate than the last, g

The tattoo not out of place on the image she was presenting. "Look at that a*s," Lisa gasped quietly from my right, startling me as she stood over the side of the bed, closer than I thought she was. "It is amazing, is it not? That, right there, is a corporate a*s. That is the kind of a*s that is built for a man like you. That butt is meant to be in tiny skirts. All good men have a butt like that stashed away somewhere."

"I came to see how they're treating you. Do they feed you properly? Judging from your appearance, they don't. Goodness, what happened to your hair? And your nails? And every little thing that made you beautiful? I never realized how basic you were without all your makeup and fancy manicures" "What the fuck do you want?" Lisandra snarled, slapping a hand on the table. She was seconds away from attacking her. She'd gone there to gloat and make fun of her because she was on the other side of the fence. The nerve. So what if she didn't have her makeup in there? She was still beautiful. She wanted to believe that so much but without her skincare routine, botox, and fillers, she knew she was ugly.

"Sorry about that. It's my fault for spoiling her too much. I know she doesn't have the best of temper, but I hope you don't take what she says to heart. She just wants to look her best for tonight's dinner party, and with all the hype about Denny's skills, she's quite eager to have him do it. Of course, we also trust you. After all, you're Lisa's makeup artist, and we know you must be skilled enough for her to keep you." Sadie stood behind her mother with a look of frustration. Upon reflection, she realized that her earlier remarks had been disrespectful to Lisa. 'Ugh. Fine. I guess I'll let this makeup artist do my makeup just for today,' she thought. 'I feel so sorry for this girl,' thoug