Main Character Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The people of South City had grown extremely familiar with her face that it was Sabrina. The second photo was taken from a different angle immediately after. The man’s side profile could be seen this time. The side profile could not be described as beautiful. ‘Beautiful’ mainly was used to describe women, while the man’s side profile was sharp and angular. If it were slightly more angular, it would be too much, but any less, and it would not be so perfect. The sharp angle of his features showed character and made him look steadfast and resolute. His side profile looked perfect together with the slight stubble that showed his mature masculinity as if sculptured by the hands of a master sculpt

“Subtle detail and nuance are important. You need to connect with the model, to delve into what makes that person special and beautiful. This is the study of humanity in all its grace and frailty.” Aislen began to draw without seeing the models as anything more than shapes. In her mind, she pictured the Triquetra rather than the men and woman who posed before her. Her mind drifted over the shadows that caught in the valleys between Rhett’s stomach muscles, the texture of the curls in Cameron’s hair, the way the light stole the color from Heath’s eyes.

Alex looked at herself in the mirror, studying the black, fitted sequin gown that she is wearing that night. The dress is long sleeve but it didn’t distract the physical attributes that she possesses. She put on some brown contact lenses to conceal her eye color and had her very short, black hair brushed up.

The warm smile on her face was simple and pure. Little Apple was used to coming to the shade every day and seeing her every day. The girl was not so beautiful, and she seemed to be a lot less beautiful than the women at home. However, Little Apple had seen too many beautiful women since he was a child, so he really had no feelings for her appearance. His mom and his sister as well as his senior sister Alice were all beauties. And the women who occasionally appeared at home were all impeccable. Since he had seen too many beautiful women, he would inevitably feel aesthetic fatigue. So, Little Apple were not picky about whether the women were beautiful or not, as long as they were pleasing to t

They filled my vision and with time, the confusion in the eyes cleared, morphing into irritation and then anger. If I was not convinced I was in a book before, then I was now. This man with his finely chiseled jaw and flawless skin could only be fictional. There was no one in the world with such a perfectly symmetrical face and features that all complemented each other and were also amazing when picked apart. Who else would this be if not the male protagonist? He glowed almost as if the author had made him in a way that he could not be mistaken for a regular character. He had a face and aura that screamed ‘I am the male lead!’

“You’d be surprised how many people enter something knowing they don’t want to commit but expect the other person to stay anyway. I don’t do that.” I raise a brow. “You’re saying you’re the committed type?” “I’m saying I don’t waste my time with people who aren’t,” he replies smoothly, taking a sip of his drink before setting it down. “And I quite value character over beauty.” That makes me snicker. “Really? That's really hard to believe.” “Why so?” I shrug nonchalantly. “Simply because you don’t look the part.”

As I twirled around to face the mirror, the fabric shimmered under the light, and for a brief moment, I was captivated. I felt beautiful, stunning even, as the dress showcased my toned physique and made me look like a million bucks. My eyes sparkled with a hint of satisfaction before reality slapped me back to attention. This wasn’t my style; it was all part of Alpha Asher's carefully curated image, designed to reshape me into something I wasn’t entirely comfortable being. I raised an eyebrow at my reflection, a silent rebuke to the powerful wolf who thought he could tame my spirit.

His bright red eyes sparkled with excitement as soon as his eyes landed on my face and a sly smile stretched on his perfect pink lips. Alistair was literally the poster boy for perfection. His face was set in all hard angles and rigid lines, as if he was a sculpture brought to life. His hair was a jade black that fell to his forehead in waves. Any woman who saw him for the first time would fall head over heels in love with him…that was until they got to know the sick, twisted mind inside of him.

His features, hewn into marble, devoid entirely of any imperfections or even creases - as if he has lived his entire life, without once expressing a single expression on that impassive face. As if he has lived his entire life, without having once experienced an emotion. And yet, somehow, I cannot find it in myself to call this man a monster. And far from horrifying in appearance, as I had expected. He is, I dare to say it - hauntingly handsome. He is not what I had expected at all. Alpha Mattel was dangerous, alright but his beauty was austere and sinister that handsome was too mild a word. He stopped at the sight of me as he moved his hair backward, my fear not stopping me from looking into

It accentuates that jet hair and those very pale wolf-like eyes set in natural olive skin. Alexi of this morning was casual and a little less intimidating. Tailored has always been where he is at his most formidable because he has a body that can pull off the angles and suits. It’s a great look, usual for him and looking a little too intimidating for a weekday while I am stood in my dirty, cheap nylon, cotton-blended mini dress covered in stains. ‘I wanted to see Mico about something.’ I stammer, losing my cool and making a shit attempt at confident and brassy.