Mina Ashido Aesthetic Novels & Stories

However, Minerva, who specialized in aesthetic medicine, still had a flat face, a flat nose, and she has even more freckles on her face than when she was eighteen years old. When she was sitting and chatting with them in the living room, Aino could not help but ask her, "Miss Minerva, say, you studied aesthetic medicine, have you ever thought of doing minor cosmetic procedures on yourself?" Minerva looked at Aino with annoyance. "What's the matter? When you were a child, you always felt that I was the most beautiful lady in the whole world!"

Here… Even though the angles were not good, but still, her natural beauty arises. Arissa was trying one or two costumes that she likes and pretend to be a supermodel while wearing them with a platinum wig. She also takes off her contact lens. Showing her true color eyes. She thought it was a funny idea. Refreshment after a tiring continuous working hour as a part time barista before. Besides, the one who took the pictures was Jojo. Her best friend. Arissa didn’t say anything while her fingers trailing on Jojo’s phone screen. Seeing herself in those pictures have given back a rush of strange feeling to her. A mixed emotion of self proud and insecurity as well. Watching her, a faint smile curv

“That is the hardest fight of my life. Where is the stupid bitch? He asked, his eyes red with anger. Suddenly we heard a pup laugh, a familiar laugh. I turned around and guessed who was crawling towards us. Zira and she is smiling happily. “Are you kidding me?” Asher growled out. “No way am I killing my pup, fake or not,” he growled. I sighed. “Misha, I know that is you. You have put us through enough tests. We need help,” I said to the pup. Zira giggled. I rolled my eyes, I know it is Misha. I can feel her aura. Our surroundings changed, and we were in a warm, cozy hut, the dead man and woman gone. I looked at where Zira was before and Misha was standing there smiling at me cheekily. Since

“I had her changed because she put on a suit-type outfit for tonight. I told her to put on a dress for a change.” “I’m here.” The three looked towards the direction of the voice and Ashley let out a groan. “You’re really hopeless, Alex,” she complained lightly. Alex stood tall and undeniably striking in a sleeveless black, lace jumpsuit with a deep V-neckline and bow detail. The solid color behind the lace matches the color of her skin tone that looks like she is wearing nothing underneath the lace. There’s no need for her to wear heels as her height already gave the effect of the jumpsuit. She paired it with a glittery pointed pump.

Then she outlined Ashly's eyes with coal and applied gold dust to her eyelids. She didn't apply any powder because Ashly's skin was naturally milky white. The maid squealed at Ashly's appearance, saying how beautiful and glowing she was. And Ashly, well, she was still glaring at all of them. "Honey, you will look like a goddess if you remove that scowling expression from your face". "Thanks, Ma" "She looks pretty even with that scowling expression," Zia butted in. "Shut up, Zia," Ashly hissed, glaring at her again. Well, apparently she did lots of glaring today.

In practice, it had once been a front for their operations, and later, once they'd all gone dark on purpose, a legitimate source of income that had quietly kept every one of their ordinary lives funded without any of them fully remembering why. Aria drove her into the city that afternoon. Eve had chosen a sharp black tailored suit, hair pulled back into a severe chignon, makeup minimal and exact — the look Aria had called, without a trace of irony, the Ice Queen. The version of her that had existed before Italy, before Sophia's softness had crept into her voice and stayed there for months. Some memories were still locked. Her body, apparently, remembered exactly how to wear this particular m

I can tell the desks at the other side are for the roomies on the other side but the desks leaning on my side of the wall are for me and I'm guessing the other is for her, Jasmine. "Heya. Ashlyn here. You can call me Ash." She said. She's wearing a baby pink short sleeve shirt which fits her torso well and outlines her slim upper body figure, and a pleated mini skirt. A thin black belt is on her waist as well as a silver heart chained belt. Her legs are covered with furry pink leg warmers, one stretched up to her knee and the other is a few inches above her ankle. She has sneaker-boots on as well.

The morning sun cast a sharp, golden glare across the central courtyard of the Bloodmoon Estate. By 9:00 AM, the courtyard was a hive of activity, buzzing with pack members, couriers, and low-ranking elders murmuring among themselves about the security lockdown from the previous night. Maya stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in her dressing room, smoothing down the fabric of a deep emerald silk dress that hugged her frame with quiet elegance. Her hair was swept up into an intricate, polished braid, giving her the exact appearance of a high-ranking Luna stepping out into the public eye.

His cuteness can kill. “Ado- Adom.. take me.” Ash whined to him which he clearly couldn’t say no. He took off Ash sweatpants and his boxer which exposed his erected member. Ash blushed face was more reddened- changing into crimson dark in the realisation that he was fully unclothed. Adom savored the sight of his beautiful and shy boyfriend being exposed for his eyes only. Ash grabbed Adom's face to turn to his face and kissed him, so as to distract him from watching him again until he melt under his eyes. As they broke apart, Adom showered kisses on every place of his shy and flushed face. “You..” Adom kissed him on the cheek. “Are..” He kissed his forehead. “So..” A kiss on his nose.. “Beau

Author's POV Ashiyaan is ready in her lehenga and the hair stylist was done with her so nos just setting it well from all sides and putting effort in his work now to make her hair look gorgeous. The makeup artist was still not done as the artist kept doing her job. But she is lost in her own world, which is flooded. "Ma'am you are ruining your makeup," Makeup artist said as she looked at her image in the mirror. "Sorry." It came out as a whisper. The makeup artist tapped the cotton sheet pad near her eyes to soak the teardrops carefully. They again did some touch-up makeup near her eyes.