Persephone Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“I am still leaning over the artifacts.” “You’re being oddly firm.” Persephone still thought it was stupid to direct the attention to one place. “Quite unreasonable, if you were to ask me.” “I’m being unreasonable?” Dionysus balked. “Yes,” Persephone affirmed, eyes focused on the barrier, still. “What about other subjects? Other labels? Don’t you think that’s quite unreasonable for you to think that they didn’t have anything to offer the lord?” Persephone still tried to understand him, hoping that he gave a plausible answer.

I had always had my life in check, I always knew what to do and when to do it, I hardly got thrown out of balance too… but today, this night was defying all odds. Persephone looked beyond gorgeous in her silk midi dress, a cream colored gown that did so well against her porcelain skin… God, she was the perfect definition of a beautiful woman. I stood up instantly as I saw her approach our table which caused her to smile shyly at me, trying to focus on me instead of the thousands of eyes that watched her approach me.

She’s wearing a blood-red silk dress that looks like she’s been sewn into it. She really is stunning. She does not take my breath away. Medus snarls in my mind, startling me with the sudden attention. His reaction is instantly hostile, like he’s recognised something that I haven’t. “I thought I saw you sneaking out here,” she says, smiling like we’re sharing a secret. “I’m Persephone. Who might you be?” I stare at her and breathe in without meaning to. The scent that drifts towards me is wrong. She doesn’t smell like werewolf, not even close. It’s something colder, like frost, so sharp it makes my nose tingle.

She stepped closer and enthusiastically looped her arm through mine, telling me that the perfume should be used within a week or its scent would fade. I nodded my head in acknowledgment, though my mind was already racing. I frantically formulated a strategy. The moment Queenie stepped out for the restroom, I quickly put on a mask and gloves before opening the porcelain bottle. I snapped a photo of the bottle and sent it to a friend of mine who specialized in fragrance packaging to create a replica. I even paid a considerable fee for its expedited delivery to the office. I received the product right before I clocked out. I discreetly threw the contents of Queenie's perfume down the toilet and

I don’t even know if he’s still alive. “How far do you think we will need to go to be sure we’re safe?” Persephone questioned, wiping her hands on her shimmery blue skater dress. It was torn and not at all proper anymore. If she was to bend, someone would get a view of her underwear. Emilia growled at that thought. After all, Persephone is only fifteen. No one should be looking at her that way.

Seraphine vocalised, "Let's only talk business and not joke around or else I will be beaten black and blue." °°° Throughout the entire time, they did only talk business with no nonsense. In the beginning, Scarlett did appear to be nervous. But soon enough there were no signs of that in her tone, and she enthusiastically began to tell her about everything. Seraphine might not have much clue on designing, but she had a proper sense of aestheticism. Everything designed by Scarlett gave off an elegant and mature yet simplistic vibe. Although Seraphine wouldn't wear such ornaments, she still did find them to be extremely beautiful.

“I saw the name ‘Persephone’ before. I thought it was a myth, a code. I didn’t know it was… you.” “I didn’t either,” Isolde said. Her voice was raw. “But it explains everything. They weren’t just targeting girls. They were casting roles.” A ping echoed from the terminal. Penelope turned the screen toward them. A document opened: ComposerDirective-42-VZ.p*f Isolde leaned in and read aloud the title: “Final Curation: Persephone’s Descent” She scrolled further. Subject Status: Untouched Scheduled Engagement: TBA Zurich / Tier-Red

Morpheus followed, then pointed at a bag displayed in the storefront, asking if she wanted it. Persephone still shook her head. He became a bit flustered, wanting to buy her something, but she refused everything. "You said you wanted me to give you something." He grabbed her. "But if you don't want this or that, how can I give you anything?" "I..." Persephone paused, catching a glimpse of a photography studio nearby. There weren't many studios in large malls, and this particular one had a somewhat vintage decor, looking quite unique from the outside.

He offered. “I am not discussing that. And why would I want anything to do with the boys in your pack? If they aren’t my mate, what’s the point? And even then, I don’t plan to look for my mate until I’ve at least finished college. I plan to get a Masters’s Degree, so they will be waiting a while.” Persephone snorted, blushing. “She doesn’t want to say that her type is guys that look a bit like Jason Momoa. As much as she likes brains, she also likes muscles and long hair.” Delilah’s giggle turned into a grunt as Persephone elbowed her.

The Prince rose an eyebrow as if he were amused, “Really Lady Persephone, well my Vampire body is far more tolerant than a humans, any disease she may carry will not affect me. Besides, does she not touch you?” “Well...Yes she does work on me from time to time.” said Lady Persephone, clearly flustered and embarrassed to admit she wasn’t a total natural beauty. Seraphina suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, Lady Persephone kept Seraphina most nights perform youth and beauty songs for her.