Main Character Aesthetic Novels & Stories

After writing his name clearly, Ares gave a smile to the nurse who was staring at him intently. Ares was too focused on his plan to kill Keyara that he didn't realize the nurse's eyes were admiring him. Ares was indeed blessed with perfect handsomeness. Sharp eyes, thick eyebrows, strong chin, prominent nose, and thin lips that looked tempting. It was natural for someone who looked at him for a moment to be fixated and then create admiration. Perhaps after the murder Ares intended to commit, the nurse would remember him vividly and be able to describe his characteristics well, as his strong figure would stick in a woman's mind.

The attention to detail in his attire mirrored the depth of his character, reflecting his commitment to perfection in all aspects of his life. As Amelia's gaze lingered on him, she couldn't help but be captivated by his aura. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, seemed to hold a world of wisdom and determination, silently conveying the depth of his passion and leadership. The play of light across his features highlighted his strong jawline, and a hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips, suggesting a hidden sense of mischief. Adrian moved with a grace that spoke of confidence and self-assuredness. His every step seemed purposeful, his gestures fluid and controlled. There was an undeniab

she said gently, “I’m not trying to change you. I just want you to remember that one idiot rejecting you doesn’t make you less pretty. Or less wanted.” Something about hearing that made my chest loosen slightly. I sighed dramatically and sat up, muttering that if I looked ridiculous, I was haunting her after death. An hour later, I barely recognized myself. I still looked like me same red hair, hazel eyes, and the silver mark on my neck but the fitted top and jeans actually showed I had legs instead of depression. The makeup was annoyingly pretty, light enough to make my eyes stand out. I stared at myself suspiciously. “This feels illegal,” I muttered, while Aurelia nearly cried from happine

Mammon segued in my mind. “If it’s you, I don’t care about your real form, whether it is grotesque or not. Well, actually, I don’t care about physical appearance. But it’s a big no-no for me if someone has an ugly physique already then his attitude sucks, too. Or even someone is aesthetic at the outside but he lacks character, stil, a big no for me. I hope you get my point. Character matters to me. So show me some time your true form. I want to and I won’t judge you,” I told him.

Her studio was in the back, past the display cases and the workbench, through a door that led to a room filled with light and tools and the quiet hum of something being made. She asked him questions. Not about budget first. About the person. "What does he like? How does he move through the world? What's his relationship to objects? Does he wear his watch on his left or right wrist?" Alexander answered all of them. Elijah had described his aesthetic precisely enough over two years of ordinary conversation that Alexander had an exact model: the watch on the left wrist, his father's, scratched and cheap and irreplaceable. The single quiet line drawn at the stylist's attempt to remove it. The th

He lets his eyes roam openly over my naked body, and mine did the same. Oh goodness,he should be in the museum because Alpha Aiden is an art piece that is definitely created to be adored all day and night but Alpha Aiden is cruel and twisted. Beyond redemption.Brutal attractiveness, forbidden pleasure, promised pain. I should have been disgusted by him, but I wasn’t. Not by his body and not always by his nature.

Sometimes I get so focused on my thoughts, that I forget I live among people. I slowed down my pace, just to look at a guy that was walking in front of me. He had so many tattoos, I couldn't look elsewhere. Nice work! The main character of my story had a similar style to him. Same hair... same body type... height... and he was very handsome. He could be a great cover for my book, no? Could I ask him? Should I dare? Could I ever talk to a guy like that?

Perhaps because Adler is Maxine’s best friend, he often forgets that he's a handsome man. He rarely styles himself because he's busy with work but any girl who saw him in person would always drool in awe. Clean cut black hair, rigid fox-like eyes, golden skin, thick straight brows, small pointed nose, perfectly shaped lips, tiny face, wide shoulders and long legs; even if he's wearing ripped pants and white shirt, he looks like a prince sitting on the carpet. Therefore, the maids from the kitchen and on the other side of the mansion were all peeking at the handsome guest; wondering why it's only now that they get to see this masterpiece of a human being.

Athena. I would not have wanted to know that human Alexis because he was far from the loving and caring person that I had gleamed from our time in his mysterious little beach world created by his own thoughts. To see him in human form was to see an extremely handsome man with dark sun-browned skin and thick curly brown hair. His medium height was accentuated by sleek, hard muscles in his upper body that tapered down to rippling muscles along his abdomen. He was so damn beautiful to look at. His lips were pouty and kissable, and his brown eyes would hold me, watching me as if I was something new and wonderful.

Only to see how she would look so vulnerable when we are in bed sharing our body warmth and sensual ecstasy. Maybe that is the reason why I could see her differently. The reason that it is because she also shows me the weakness she has in her. It balances the unpleasant side of her. This unpleasant side of her is the only side others could see in her so she is judged poorly. But the nonchalant personality of her solidifies the ugly character that other people see and have heard about her. We arrived at a nice house by the lake that looked so wonderfully vivifying as the view was animating nature's beauty.