Mary Saotome Aesthetic Novels & Stories

" Stop drooling!... A woman like that can't hang out with Sotomayor, I bet she's a gold digger! What did you see in her? " The money," he opened his eyes trying to find an answer, "Although now that I think about it since the damn pig returned from her trip she is a very attractive woman, so she is a smart woman, she catches a rich fish, young and beautiful...." " I'm not talking about her, I'm talking about Jina What could Sotomayor have seen her?" " It's obvious no, there's that little face, and the legs, and that hair... the supermodel body... She's a real beauty... Sure you're not jealous?"

Hansen nodded and walked inside. Inside the luxurious living room of the Richards Manor, all natural mica stone tiles glowed softly under the gentle light of the ceiling lamp. Hansen's mother Marissa Sotomayor was sitting elegantly on the expensive leather sofa. She was wearing a light blue cheongsam and her hair was tied up in a high bun. Her delicate and refined facial features were still alluring, and her slender neck looked as beautiful as ever under the light of the ceiling lamp.

Her hair was swept into a sleek bun with loose tendrils framing her face, her makeup minimal but flawlessly enhancing her natural features. Mateo adjusted his suit, a proud yet nervous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He had always known Sofia was striking, but tonight, she truly embodied the strength and poise of a Montero. They were here to make an impression, and Sofia was the perfect face of their legacy.

It was in Somito’s ears that she hoped her rant about maniac moods of all big males could find respite. “You okay, Sofia?” Mari asked, taking a swig of water as they had agreed to take a break. Mari was a very agile shifter with a killer body and muscle tone that gave Sofia major gym envy. Sofia had never seen a body like that on anyone outside of a gym or a magazine model. Sofia had soft, pretty features and curly brown hair that rivaled her ex-girlfriend’s in terms of its fullness and thickness. Her eyes were speckled with almost neon green, which Sofia knew was a common trait of a shifter who belonged to one of the cat clans. Although Mari was obviously her superior in the ring, she had o

She tried to sleep but she can't because she was amazed by God's creation. She was thinking about Somia who was looking gorgeous at the reception party claded in black sarree that was fitting her perfectly. Yeah she came over thw fact that she was not Aima but her identical named as Somia Ahmad Siddique. When she came to know about her she was astonished because she have always seen such wonders only in movies and didn't thought that it exist in the natural world. But the main fact that differentiate Aima & Somia were their eyes. Aima got her mother's grey eyes while Somia has chocolaty brown eyes. Somia has very long hair reaches till her hips. But Aima hair were just above her ribs . She

“ What ?’, Sarah gasped incredulously, “ Marry?” Sarah stared at Dr Samuel Martinez shocked beyond words. Even in his white somber doctor’s uniform Dr Sam looked strikingly handsome with a powerful aura around him, almost as though Greek God Adonis had come down from his cloud palace above Mount Olympus. With his intense look, seafoam green eyes, distinctive physical features and longish light brown hair tamed in classic slicked back 80s style, he presented a refined and serious appearance.

While the façade had an aged and rustic appearance, the interior included modern furniture and amenities. My beautiful Mate. She appeared to be a fierce woman who was 5’5 with long red hair, hazelnut eyes, and freckles underneath. She had a scar across her eyebrow and was tanned with gorgeous lips that begged to be kissed. Every nerve ending in my body experienced electric currents when they touched me. “This is the first time that I have seen you smile,” Sage noted as he entered my office with a glass jug of lemonade. “There was nothing to smile about before,” I said bitterly, annoyed that he felt the need to point that out. “But not because she is my mate does it mean that we will be toget

And so do I. Just breathe, relax, and enjoy the evening with Adrian. Plus what else is gonna happen anyway? And I jinx it... *** "A table for 2?" Adrian says to the waiter as we both stood in front of the restaurant countertop. "Of course, follow me." The waiter answer, leading the way to our table. "Where are we?" I ask, again wondering this beautiful place of art. It was filled with beautiful golden statues and symbols. "This is a Chinese Buffet. And I'll pay of course."

She scrunches her nose, clearly unimpressed as her eyes sweep over the space. “It’s called a minimalist vibe, Sofia,” Maria says with a soft laugh as we head upstairs. “It’s an aesthetic. Most young people like it.” “Huh.” Sofia snorts. “Well, it’s boring as hell. A home should feel warm. Lived in. Not this cold.” I roll my eyes. “You know, it’s impressive how sharp your mouth still is, considering you’re recovering from a stab wound, Mom.” Maria laughs. Sofia only scoffs and keeps quiet, but I know she’s smiling inside.