Novel & Cerita Mina Ashido Aesthetic

Asher noticed as he lifted his jeans. "Goodness, for what purpose do you resemble that? Have you just seen a man dressed?" Asher asked Haya. "Ahhh" is the answer. Haya didn't have the foggiest idea what to say and just scratched the side of her head. "Tssk!" Asher smiled at him and took the shirt out of the closet and put it on. As Haya slowly picked up the towel that had fallen to the floor, Haya just gulped as she saw Asher's sculpted body. His body is impeccably bended, smooth, and white and has abs, ideal for a main character in the film.

She was the friend who knew the latest trends before they were cool, the one who could make any outfit look like it was plucked from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. Ashley, the birthday girl, went for the classic "Fashionista Sasha." Her curly short hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wore a pink mini-dress that matched her doll's outfit, complete with a chic belt and dainty heels. Her makeup was minimal but effective, letting her natural beauty shine through. Sasha's outfit was the epitome of sophistication and poise, much like Ashley herself, who always knew how to navigate social situations with grace.

I chuckled breathlessly, blinking back the emotion that prickled behind my eyes. “Now, I’d definitely puke on everyone.” She grinned, making it nearly impossible to remain nervous and fearful. “Would you mind if I borrowed our Luna?” Asher’s gravelly voice slid up my spine, wrapping around my neck as it filtered through my ears. I turned and tried not to lose my breath entirely. His usually messy hair was styled, paired perfectly with the button-down shirt and slacks he wore. The dark colored clothing made the unusual shade of gold in his eyes stand out, swirling and churning with the darkness in them.

she added mischievously. Asher looked confused. She stood up and walked towards the water. She pulled her dress slowly over her shoulders, exposing the pale skin of her back. Sliding her arms out of it, she then pulled the dress over the curves of her hips, pushing it down until it silently dropped to her feet. She stepped out of it and bent to pick it up to place it neatly on a rock, allowing him a provocative view of her round and shapely behind. She then unclipped her bra and let it fall on the rock, unpinning her chignon. She let her blonde curls fall down her back, fluffing it gently with her fingers.

She was, Adaeze thought, beautiful. Not in the abstract way of all babies being beautiful — in the specific way, the way that a particular small face was particular, was nobody else's face, was Aisha's face and nobody else's. She had Emeka's mouth, she thought. And something around the eyes that was Amaka's. And something else, some quality that was entirely neither of them and was simply hers, the particular contribution of her own specific self to the face that would spend a lifetime being hers. She had dark hair, fine and soft.

But Ashar’s hand gently touched her chin, tilting her face back to his. “You’re beautiful,” he said, simply. Then he unfastened her pants, slow and precise. His touch was warm as he slid the fabric down her legs, leaving her bare before him. Mae’s breath caught. When Ashar stepped back and removed his own clothing, she saw him, fully. Broad. Powerful. His body marked with the faint glow of his lineage, lean muscle carved in graceful strength. And yes, larger than she’d imagined. Her eyes widened instinctively. Ashar noticed. He smiled softly. Not cocky, gentle. “We’ll go slow.”

Back at the royal palace of Alynthia, Alisha stood in the centre of the hall, draped in her of blush pink and silver gown, threaded with tiny crystals that caught the light like dew, she looked every inch the princess she was born to be. Her dark brown hair was braided elegantly over one shoulder, adorned with silver pins shaped like blooming asters. She smiled and nodded graciously as noblewomen surrounded her, offering both genuine compliments and veiled curiosity, but her eyes often wandered—searching.

That was hard to discern. Misa, the maiden, pushed open the door and entered. Her lustrous black hair was stylishly tied up with an intricate bun. On her head, she wore a translucent hairpin adorned with a flower, with a clear string hanging from it. Her face was fair, her lips delicate, and her smile gentle. Her facial features exuded intelligence and purity, devoid of the mundane world's impurities. She exuded a tranquil and refined aura as she stood there, elegant and dignified.

Armin caressed my hair, “Don't promise anything yet, let me see your social media. Then we'll decide if the danger outweighs the fun or not.” I squealed and hugged Armin tight, “Yayyyy” Armin laughed but then someone cleared their throat in front of us. It was a blonde with long legs, wearing a red dress with a fashionable slit that stopped above her right thigh. She was wearing fierce makeup with red lipstick. She was incredibly pretty. I think her most noticeable feature were her long straight nose. She could honestly pass as a model due to how skinny she was. “Ashley,” Armin smiled, slowly detangling his arms from around me before opening his arms for her.

Be with her. I slowly walked up to her. With each step I felt my heart pouting more and more. She looked up at me with her flushed red face. "I will stay by your side" I said as she looked up at me shocked. "Really?" she asked as I smiled. "Really" I said before I crashed my lips on her. (Prince Nyx POV) I opened my eyes and looked around. Everyone was asleep now. The room is only dimly lit by a night light hanging in the far corner.