Main Character Aesthetic Novels & Stories

However, that is sometimes a blessing for him because his opponents who don't know him well underestimate Max because of his handsome face. Max Levine has a pair of beautiful blue eyes framed by thick, curly eyelashes with a pair of thick, angled eyebrows. His facial bones are high with a strong, straight jaw. His nose is sharp and has been cracked repeatedly by his opponent's punches. His lips are reddish, not too thick, but can soar the high level of imagination of the opposite sex. The man's skin is thickly hairy, slightly brownish, burnt by the sun because he likes outdoor activities. His hair is cut short with a stylish undercut motif adding to Max Levine's handsomeness.

I thought the author of the original novel was only exaggerating but aside from the beauty that the third and second male leads have, deeply contrasting with each other, the first male lead's appearance brought justice to the author's exaggerated words. But for real? It's a package that every girl would want but there's one thing that I don't really get. How can a skinny senior high school student like him, looked so sexy and muscled at the same time? And that red eyes of his that looks cold and scary but still brought justice to his handsome appearance. Is this the so-called a main character buff? Their appearance were so unusual and very novel-like. Fictitious and unique. I know that this

She couldn't help feeling a bit worried. Agatha knew Maurice since she's become popular earlier than her. As last year's female winner, Maurice was really a goddess. Last year, when she was sitting at the audience seats, she quietly did a comparison between Maurice and Misty and admitted to herself that the former was actually way charismatic than the other. The beauty level was the same, but Maurice Jensen, despite having a violent tendency, was a natural stunner. If the girl did nothing but stand next to Misty, or even Cloe, she'd appear a bit more beautiful due to her endless charm, which the two fell short a bit. There was also a bit of aura on her that makes her like someone from the hi

Jana sat with her facial expression stern and unfriendly. One glance in her direction will scare people away. Although inside she's screaming like a crazy fan girl. Hailey Greystone is a warrior princess! Moves like one and does look like it. The female protagonist presented herself tall and gorgeous in all leather glory. Jana now had a full description of her in person. She's a fierce woman who loves bright colors with unnerving passion.

When she heard the screams of fans just now, this had further solidifies her confident that she were right all along. “Hwa Young, Thanks for the drinks…there’s actually so many people outside…”. (President Mies Sai) Finally as the main character of today appears on the second floor and all the camera were pointed at him, everyone were shocked at his visuals. He stood out to much, a perfectly beautifully handsome face, silver hair tied into a bun, his fashion were spot on, that muscular body, wide shoulder and buff chest visible underneath his shirts. The ideal heights, those gentle and calm looks, then paired with a deep manly voice that could charm anyone. As he arrived the first person th

That hipline could cut through anything. Skin, white and pale looked anemic but as beautiful as it could embrace her perfect nose and thick blue eyes. That grown hair ran over her forehead, concealing it and its piggy tail reached up to her neck. The apron hung lifelessly over a simple-minded figurine, while those jeans hung on, exposing those sexy legs. What was really attractive were those lips. Thick, fleshy and so red unlike its color. It when squished, made an image on Aiden, which from then on became his guilty pleasure.

Feared. Beautiful apparently. Very fucking beautiful according to how many times she described him. I scoffed quietly while turning another page. “Ridiculous.” But my eyes still kept reading every single word where she described the male lead’s hands, his voice, his stare, the way he entered rooms like he owned oxygen itself. That woman spent way too much time looking at me. If only she’d admit it out loud. The artistry though… fuck. It was incredible. The visual design alone could carry the entire thing and paired with the writing? I could suddenly understand why the internet lost their minds over it. Every panel carried emotion and Fabian’s drawn body was ridiculously accurate too which ho

Those eyes, paired with his strong, chiseled jawline, gave him an aura of both danger and allure, a potent combination that stirred emotions deep within her. Azazel's hair was meticulously slicked back, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. Every strand seemed to be perfectly in place, a testament to his meticulous attention to detail. The dark locks gleamed under the streetlights, casting an ethereal glow around him. Olivia felt a tug at her heartstrings as she resisted the temptation to reach out and run her fingers through that perfectly styled hair.

Af if he sensed me staring, he raised his head and met my eyes. As I gazed into his eyes, I felt an inexplicable jolt. His piercing stare seemed to see right through me, yet I couldn’t look away. His chiseled features were like something out of a dream – sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that curled into a subtle, enigmatic smile. His skin was deathly pale, but it only added to his ethereal beauty. His dark hair was perfectly messy, framing his face like a work of art.

As I stood there, transfixed by the beauty of the ice palace, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the Cryomancer's skill, and a touch of wonder at the magic that lay within her grasp. As I stood before her icy prison, the Cryomancer's gaze met mine. Her beauty was captivating, her facial structure was a masterclass in elegance, with high cheekbones and perfectly symmetrical features that seemed chiseled by the finest artist. Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder.