Monster High Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Drystan didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. He tilted his neck slowly, easing the crack of tension. Then stood up. Tall. Towering. Unapologetically lethal. “I am a monster,” he said, spreading his arms. “I know.” He turned back to Lowel, who was now shaking, barely holding his head up. “But tell me,” Drystan asked, voice quiet again, “what are you?” He smiled. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t kind. It was death, dressed in beauty.

The mighty Luna finally found something she fears more than losing power. Then the crowd ahead slowly parts. And suddenly every sound around me fades into the background. Because I see him. The monster. I understand immediately why everyone calls him that. Not because he's ugly. That would have been easier. He's beautiful in the kind of way storms are beautiful before they destroy entire cities. Tall. Dark clothes hang from his body almost perfectly, untouched by the blood covering everyone else around him. His black hair falls loosely around his face, moving slightly in the wind while his eyes...

Even if the pain killed me, I would expose her. "The first extraction begins now." A massive drill tore into my skull. Countless steel needles plunged straight into my brain and began to stir. To keep the memories clear, there was no anesthesia. I screamed, my body shaking as I forced myself to stay conscious. Watching this, even the live comments started to hesitate. [He's only seven. He's risking his life just to pull these memories out… Is there something we're missing?]

If the steak sent by the kitchen was slightly too tough, he would cut it into tiny pieces himself and feed it to me bite by bite. The nursery was filled with the finest furs and toys, each one hand-picked by him at the market. An Alpha who valued his bloodline more than his life. A mate who treated our unborn pup like a treasure. He wouldn't be keeping a mistress behind my back and planning to kill our hard-won child for her, would he? I took a deep breath, suppressing the rising bile and heartache, and asked tentatively. "Kael, could the Healer be wrong? The life force of our pup felt so strong the last few times we checked."

I smirked and chuckled a bit, what was she expecting from an almighty like me, the Alpha, I thought smiling more. The other red hair lady was already hovering around me for her turn, I looked down at my rod and saw it was fluctuating, I smiled and scoffed. Not backing down was my one main rule and my rod should have known that. The way the red hair lady was looking at me my rod could also confirm how seductive it was to me and I could feel it strengthening itself. In a swoop I picked her up roughly, I wanted her to know that I can be too arrogant at times like this.

Stripping from my clothes I sat in a tiny bikini as Harush spray tanned my skin to make it darker. Once the stuff was on we waited for it to dry and then she did a simple look and then I put in contact lenses. I really didn't want anyone to recognize me from my ordinary life. Once the prep was done, I went into the beautiful bedroom that we would be shooting in. I was shooting with a different performer today. He had a huge build and probably a huge dick to match. He had a bored expression on his handsome face. He had dark skin that contrasted my mocha brown tanned skin. My normal tone was hazelnut.We started and he was really rough and had to be continuously admonished by McQueen and the ot

“Someone who understands aesthetics.” She blinked. “You?” His grin widened. “Me.” Ashley lifted an eyebrow. “Ace, you can barely color inside the lines.” He leaned in, voice low. “But I can make people want things. That is branding.” “Branding, not manipulation.” “Same toolbox,” he shrugged. “Different paintbrush.” She hated that he had a point. He spun her gently by the shoulders until she faced the burnt wall where her mural used to be. “Picture it,” he murmured behind her. “New mural. High-contrast style. Viper-themed, but not corny. A signature wall people travel to see. Something that screams Ashley.”

Mae is beside me. She’s still unconscious, her breathing slow and steady, but something about her is different. Not just alive—luminous. Her fiery red curls spill across the pillow like embers, each strand catching the low light. Her skin glows faintly, as if warmth radiates from beneath it, and her freckles stand out like constellations. She’s beautiful. She always was, but this is… more. Sharper. Intentional. As if the world itself has decided she deserves to be seen properly now.

From the look on her face I was certain she didn't miss her way. She wore a sleek black bodycon, her golden-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. Her beauty was striking. Her brightly red lips curved upwards in a confident smirk as her gorgeous brown eyes locked onto mine, sparkling with confidence. "Who're you?" I questioned, my brows furrowing slightly, as I stared at the stranger I hadn't seen before.