Mina Ashido Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Asher. Despite having woken up moments prior, Asha looks radiant beside the truck. Her platinum blonde hair captures the sun, like a crown of light. Her lithe figure draws one’s attention to its subtle and sultry curves, while the honey-brown eyes bewitch. At a distance, through the diner’s dirty window, these traits unite in the portrait of a beautiful young woman. Crass and casual, a smokescreen for a deeper emotional intelligence.

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen after her eyes. It was perfect and just like the mark I had imagined giving to my mate. The one on Adrina's neck was blotchy, and I wondered why. Even after several months of marking her, it was still the same hideous crescent shape, and I had thought it would change to what I wanted. “What is beautiful?” Artemisia asked yet again. She creased her brows whilst eyeing me. I hadn't realized I had said that part out loud. Shaking my head, I released her once again.

It is better this way so I have enough time to prepare for myself. Wearing a white off shoulder blouse with red ruffle peplum midi skirt and stilleto for my shoes, I darkened my lipstick with Rouge Dior Lipstick before leaving my vanity mirror. I headed to the basement the moment I stormed out my unit and I saw Aishi there who's been waiting me for minutes I guess? I was in front of my mirror when she texted me so I guessed she's been here for minutes now. "Good morning, manager," I greeted, teasing her.

I will not rule in fear and I won’t be like him. “Are you coming in?” Misha’s voice cuts through my thoughts. She stands at the edge of the pool in a tiny two-piece that barely counts as clothing. Her skin gleams in the sun, her hips tilted just so and her smile is perfect. I look at her, my stomach turning in disgust. “Maybe later,” I mutter, taking another sip of beer.

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

"Never forget: You're always a villain in another's story." -jokerblade ____________ Ashira's POV One last look at the mirror and I nodded to myself. I'm contented with my reflection. This is the best I can do anyway. I'm completely dressed up, ready to attend the ball. I fix my face with a light foundation since I'm not really a fan of it. I made my eyes in a light smoky black shade, just to emphasize my deep green eyes, and put some mascara on. I needed not to contour my face since its contrast is all in the right places, also-I don't know how to contour. My lips are in the shade of nude pink. My cheeks are naturally rosy and the thin foundation didn't cover it, so no need to put blush on.

Her fair body, satiny skin, glowing blue eyes, long shiny blonde hair and full breasts sent shivers to my core. How could I be so stupid as to ditch her? Moreover, she was not only beautiful, but kind hearted. I had always felt some peace being in her company. She had been so kind to me and I had lost her love. I shouldn’t have let her go. I could have never imagined that Ashina would be gifted with such a powerful wolf. Unlike the other females, her wolf was black and silver, showing her strength as well as its purity. Esther would stand no chance in front of Ashina if there was a confrontation.

That was what Ayisha always told her: “You’re beyond any star, Tess. You just don’t know it yet.” Ayisha, on the other hand, had taken her metamorphosis like fuel and fire. She strutted into the room in six inch red bottom heels, her curves wrapped in a body hugging dress the color of midnight. Her hips swayed with exaggerated confidence, her waist cinched impossibly tight, and her bust commanded every eye in the room. Her hair was a storm of curls, bold and wild, while her makeup screamed defiance and power. Where Tessa was elegance and understated beauty, Ayisha was loud, unapologetic, and magnetic—Nicki Minaj in full rebellion mode. People stared when they walked into public places togeth