Lisa Simpson Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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?"

The beautiful face on the packaging was Jinx's joyful and radiant smile. "..." Lalisa held the face mask package for three seconds but suddenly didn't want to buy it anymore. "My sister, who is so ugly, doesn't look anything like her." Louis looked up and saw her staring at the face mask package. The woman on the packaging was the female lead from the wedding ceremony the other day. Lalisa smiled faintly, feeling a bit bitter. "My sister has a beautiful face, and many people like her." Everyone loved Jinx. "To become a movie star while being so ugly, people's aesthetic standards are extraordinary." Louis couldn't bear to look, tossing the package back.

“You really don’t need any of this.” I felt my cheeks heat up. “That’s… um… thanks. I don’t know about all that.” Lisa snorted and gave me a look of amusement, her dark eyes rolling playfully. “Oh please,” she replied. “It’s cute that you’re being humble, but I’m serious. Do you have any idea how many she-wolves would kill to look like you? You’re not even like… just pretty for a human. You’re really beautiful.” “Please don’t make me cry off all this eyeliner you just put on,” I cracked softly, trying to downplay the wave of emotion she'd sparked with her compliments.

she said, looking fascinated at each of the samples. "You like simplicity?" he was interested. "The truth is that throughout my life I haven't had the opportunity to have ostentatious things, so I've gotten used to simplicity and more than that, I've learned to see beauty in simplicity, it's not necessary to have something exaggerated to make it beautiful" she sighed. "You're right." Doménico continued to ask questions, which even extended after they finished reviewing all the proposals. "Do you want something to eat?" he asked her.

Mark tried to brush off Lisa, who was starting to push him. "Ah, come on. Just answer, what do you think?" Lisa seemed insistent, so in the interest of world peace, Mark had to answer that Lisa was prettier than Aileen. And it was true. Lisa had beautiful skin and eyes. Not to mention her pointy nose. The attraction she has as an Indo-French woman is powerful and fascinating.

It's still dark outside but the sun should be out in an hour. "When did she say she was coming?" "She didn't say." Lisa drops her phone on the night stand beside your bed. "So what do you think? Spooky theme?" You release a yawn for god knows how many times in an hour. "That's really up to you. It's not my cafe." Lisa's mother is known to be quite a perfectist and someone who finds pleasure in anything you'd claim as 'aesthetic'. She loves holidays too as they give her the reason to decorate and pull out whatever ideas she had in mind.

On the desk are autographed photos of some domestic and foreign male stars that she has collected before. Seeing her slightly worried expression, Mark also frowned slightly, then questioned her. “Why, am I afraid to ruin these things myself?” Lisa woke up, busily laughing and explaining. "How is it possible..." "These male stars I all admired when I was young and were ignorant. Now that I'm an adult, my aesthetic has changed for a long time." However, after listening to her explanation, Mark's eyes darkened a bit. Aesthetics have long changed? He had just looked at these pictures and saw that each one was timestamped, the latest one being only half a year old.

She continued mumbling to herself and said, “Miss Simmons’s full name is Charlotte Simmons! I’m not boasting, Miss Green. I really did her makeup before. I’ve been a makeup artist for Miss Larson too. Objectively speaking, now that we’re talking about Miss Simmons, her looks were a whole level above Miss Larson’s. It’s no wonder she was the most wanted socialite at the time. Alas, beautiful women are often plagued by misfortune. Sigh! Four years ago…” “Enough! Stop talking!” Sotiria icily cut the makeup artist off. The makeup artist was obviously taken aback. She had not expected such a sudden mood swing from Sotiria, who had been smiling just a while ago. “Miss Green, are… are you alright?”

“It’s called looking presentable. Maybe you should try it sometime.” Lisa grinned and gave a mock gasp, placing a hand dramatically on her chest. “How dare you! I am a vision tonight, thank you very much.” She wasn’t wrong. Lisa looked stunning. She had this effortless way about her, a kind of beauty that didn’t require too much work. Her hair fell in perfect waves, and the outfit she’d chosen—a sleek, black dress—highlighted every curve in just the right way. “Okay, fine,” I admitted, turning back to the mirror. “You look amazing. Happy?”