Main Character Aesthetic Novels & Stories

" I persuaded him. "Then? Why did you make a character like him in the first time?" Alfi asked irritated. "Oh, I get it, he must be just a minor character, right? You will have me to kill him brutality, right?" He added. "I planned to, but..." I said. "But?" Alfi asked. "You know, I also hate such character; handsome, introvert, strong, mighty, etc. I do hate such character as it makes the women admire such a man that they probably will end up being single till their death." I sighed.

It momentarily stunned him. She had a soft pouting mouth that could do a lot of damage if put to use in the right way and delicate, almost childlike, features that somehow worked in a mature face. There was very precisely and expertly applied subtle makeup under a sleek updo of soft hair, yet you could still see the girl was pretty. God, he would go as far as saying this one was beautiful, and that was rare coming from him. He had seen and bedded enough models over the years to stop being pulled in by symmetrical features and so-called perfection. She was beautiful in another way entirely, not in a fluffed and preened attractive but a real unapologetic, born to make men want her kind of way.

, there’s this one character called Aiden Mikael, an angel trascended from heaven who was in love with the second female lead, the kind and cheerful girl, Rosaria. Since the beginning of his introduction, I’ve been raring to also posses his beauty. Because, I’m just a common university girl with dark brown hair and a normal looking eyes. I wondered what it feels like to be beautiful, to be looked upon in awe and to be secretly admired, like the angel and these two figures in front of me. “So you want to be majestic, huh? I see. Then, how about your ability?” “You can decide on that one, but I wanted to at least have an online shopping store.”

The door opens. She’s exactly what I expected and nothing like it. She’s tall in a dark coat, expensive, the kind that costs more than my first car. Dark hair pinned back with the precision of someone who doesn’t allow disorder near her. She’s beautiful and certain dangerous things are beautiful, clean lines, no warmth, the aesthetic of something that will hurt you without personalizing it. She looks at Dante first. They always look at Dante first. Then she looks at me.

It was custom made for me, with a small pendant-looking thing around the arms with my name written on it. It was brought with a pair of black heels that went perfectly with the dress. My hair was left down, with a kind of smoky makeup that made my eyes really pop. Ares could not stop himself from telling me that I looked gorgeous at every second. That was the thing with Ares. He never told me that I was cute or pretty or beautiful. He always went for things like gorgeous and stunning. And that was one thing I could not help but love about him. There was a different kind of sophistication that came with being with him. I honestly don't care if it was because of the age difference. It was some

An ideal world where no competition is allowed, only a crowd, which despite being exhausted, is relentless when it comes to one day reaching the standards of beauty that belong to them. That is why, tonight, I choose to challenge everything he believes in by clinging to the theory that yes, aesthetic beauty is certainly attractive, but over time, one will need something more to keep the admiration burning like a flame. This may be intelligence, charismas, or a lost soul for those who love to mend one. The pity being that, most of the time, this becomes a rip-off. For when plunging into the depths of another, one may be startled to discover that our pure desire does not match at all with our

The idea of being forced back into that role under their terms makes my skin crawl. Before I can respond, the door swings open, and a woman strides inside. She's beautiful in a way that's sharp and cutting. Typical long legs and dark eyes that flicker with something unreadable but it's the dismissive way she barely spares me a glance that makes even super aware of my place here. She's in a sheer mini dress that clings to her body like a second skin and a bad attitude about here that completes the classic bitch aesthetic.

Brown hair, olive skin, amber eyes, thick eyebrows. Dean is beautiful in a slightly feminine way, with softer features and a slender frame. Aiden is handsome in a rough, manly way, with a sharp jaw and big shoulders. Damon is just plain gorgeous, like a movie star. Perfect in every way. He’s just… very aesthetically pleasing. I can’t stop looking at him as we all eat together in my new house. Mansion, actually. God, I still can't believe I'm in this situation. We've never been poor, but after my parents' divorce, we were struggling.

Any girl could go on her knees for that sharp hawkish nose that he possesses. He was an Eros dressed to kill. Even the blue apron covering his shirt gave him the look of allure. However, like a precision to say, Ace looked hot in every outfit that he sported. He had defined cheekbones and a concrete jaw like a beautiful and magnificent sculpture. Scarlet bit the inside of her cheek to arrest the sweet tingles erupting from her skin because of his closeness.

He opened his eyes again, flinching away at the light but it soon made everything become clear. He looked up… and was fascinated. Aefstine looked exactly like the painting back in the castle, but still, it was surreal to see him in person. After so much time hearing descriptions from Alarick, he almost expected to see a god-like creature, but Aefstine was much more simple. Much more gentle… and much more beautiful. Aefstine’s face has matured, but there were no harsh lines, almost like time did not touch him. “Aefstine…” he rasped.