Lisa Simpson Aesthetic Novels & Stories

And it was true; I wouldn't stop until I knew who this stranger was and how he got to know about Lisa. Bianca stepped into my office, half-naked as usual. Her attire was always revealing, a reminder that she was nothing like Lisa. Even if she dolled herself up or underwent plastic surgery, she could never surpass Lisa's beauty. Lisa's beauty was one of a kind—so stunning that I often wondered if she held a special place in God's heart to be created that way. Even without makeup or expensive dresses, she'd win the title of the world's most beautiful queen.

She said apologetically. “Did Augustus know.?” Lisa asked her narrowing her eyes. “No..” She hesitated. “I did what he asked me to. Please Lisa on behalf of me you apologized to him ok.” By saying it she left the salon hurriedly. Lisa looked at her back and shook her head “weird rich people” Lisa stepped out of the salon. When Lester saw her, His mouth widened in shock. He stared at her unknowingly, he knew she was beautiful but truly today she looked like a goddess.

Siana said beside me, smiling like my presence meant something. I said nothing. I was not here for her. Before I could respond, she walked in. Lisa! She looked around like she was searching for something. Or someone. Her hair was open, makeup soft, and that bodycon dress hugged her curves like it was made only for her. She looked dangerous tonight. Dangerous enough to ruin my last bit of sanity. My jaw clenched as I imagined how she would look without the dress. The thought alone made heat crawl through my veins. Told you, I am going insane.

Sophia requested, a beautiful smile spread across her face. Wayne Lisa chuckled and said “You're welcome. And yes,if you chose to otherwise, simply calling me Lisa would do” “Thanks” Sophia appreciated,her fingers intertwined with each other, her cheeks flushed with redness. She doesn't know what to say next, she's sitting before the television idol Wayne Lisa. “You look more astounding in real life than on TV. And I must be sincere by saying you're indeed one of the most beautiful women I've ever met” Sophia complimented.

She says with a shrug. "And what is my type? " "Tall, blonde, scatterbrained, fake boobs, dizzy legs..." "It's okay, I get it! "I said, raising my hand. "I'm sorry, but it's the truth. You like fake women, without any personality, sometimes I even wonder if you don't have clones of these girls that you take out every time you want. Lisa is a strong woman with a history and character. I don't want you to hurt her, she is my friend and I have grown attached to her. "

Deciding my appearance is as good as it can get, I walk to the job site. Lisa is leaning against their red chevy staring at the unfinished homes with a scowl. She is in a blue tank top today and light work-worn jeans. Her work boots look expensive. Her hair is in a smooth ponytail. And her perfect face has sweat and dirt on it. But all that runs through my mind is how much I want to taste her sweat. She looks so edible. I don't care how dirty she is. My mate is a hard-working woman! "Hey, how is it going," I ask, approaching her side.

Her face looked a little stiff and Wayne could bet some millions that she had gotten Botox. Her breasts and booty remained stiff as she walked and Wayne wondered if she had gotten a refund for the surgeries. She was supposed to be twenty six years old but she looked older than that. In spite everything, she was a beautiful woman and looked nice in a green knee length skirt suit; but was certainly not Wayne’s type. “Good morning Mr. Blackstone, you asked to see me.” Lisa said with a shaky smile. Lisa had been surprised to hear that the CEO wanted her in his office. She had been nursing the thought that maybe he wanted to have a private conversation with her but there were currently other peop

Slipping into black pumps, she wobbled a bit as she got her balance on the four-inch heels, and then she stood in front of the mirror and looked herself over. The skirt and vest were tighter than she remembered and they skimmed her curves a little more closely than she was comfortable with, but that was what today was all about - getting out of her comfort zone. Lisa had to admit that her legs looked kind of hot in their sheer stockings and heels and she did like the way that the tightness of the vest nipped her waist giving her an hourglass figure. She was so used to seeing herself in shapeless dresses that she had forgotten that she actually had a shapely body and a waist. She turned to an

A shower to wash away the stink of today. Lisa. She'd changed so much and it was just her bamet… She was a different version of herself with a ridiculous pink pixie cut and heavy makeup that bordered on goth. I should have hated it but for some reason, I didn't. She was once a beautiful angelic looking woman but she'd transformed into a sex symbol and she didn't even realize it.

I knew instantly who'd done it. Before long, the Internet was piling on. "Ten years is more than enough to leave someone in the dust. Mark seriously thinks he can beat Jerome? The same guy he personally shipped overseas to study? What a joke." Then one comment caught my attention. "Is it just me, or is he actually the guy who used to simp for the Burkes' long-lost daughter they just found?" "Nah, you've got it wrong. That's the Swain heir. Why would he be simping for her?"