Ron Weasley Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"He definitely fell in love with your beauty... or maybe he discovered your stubborn personality and realized he'll never find a girl more stubborn than you." Anastasia laughed, revealing the small dimple on her left cheek that gave her smile a special charm. Her long black hair flowed around her like a curtain of night, a rare color among werewolves. The sunlight reflected in her olive-green eyes, making them shine even brighter. Her smooth pale skin and delicate features made her the center of attention throughout the pack. Khaleesi lightly nudged her shoulder as she stood."I'll head home first. We need to help Mom prepare for the guests."

Brown hair, olive skin, amber eyes, thick eyebrows. Dean is beautiful in a slightly feminine way, with softer features and a slender frame. Aiden is handsome in a rough, manly way, with a sharp jaw and big shoulders. Damon is just plain gorgeous, like a movie star. Perfect in every way. He’s just… very aesthetically pleasing. I can’t stop looking at him as we all eat together in my new house. Mansion, actually. God, I still can't believe I'm in this situation. We've never been poor, but after my parents' divorce, we were struggling.

Ronan Hale. He was moving through the crowd with the kind of ease that made my teeth clench‚ shaking hands and clapping shoulders and flashing that wide‚ confident smile that he wore like a weapon. He was tall‚ almost as tall as me‚ with silver-streaked dark hair and sharp features and the kind of presence that filled a room whether you wanted it to or not. He was charismatic in a way that annoyed me‚ the kind of Alpha who made people feel like they were the most important person in the room just by looking at them‚ and I knew from years of watching him operate that every single smile and handshake and warm greeting was calculated down to the second.

"I guess we're on the same boat, then. It's great to meet someone who isn't fawning over this garbage." I quirk a brow. "You're not Omega." "I'm Beta-born," Deoné claims with a careless shrug. "Naturally, you can tell why I'm an outsider among my peers." I can't, actually. "Why?" She motions to herself with a flick of her hand. "My appearance. Haven't you noticed that they're all preppy and overly concerned about their appearance?" In comparison to me, they're all well-dressed, but I think I understand what Deoné means. Her raven-black hair has been cut in choppy, uneven layers. Her makeup is heavy whereas the other girls wear close to none.

A heavier kind I couldn’t quite put my finger on and didn’t really want to. I got up, went to the bathroom, and ran cold water over my wrists. Then I looked in the mirror. The girl, looking back, looked wrecked. Harry Potter glasses sliding down her nose, dark circles under her eyes, mouth pressed into this flat line like she was trying way too hard to look normal. She had a Crimson wolf that some pack history professor had called an “ancestral marker of exceptional strength” three weeks ago. Half the class had turned and stared. It had felt good for about two seconds and mortifying for the rest.

Always the charmer, that one. “I’ve got a paper to do tonight, I won’t be at practice. Want to order some pizzas or something for dinner?” Ron asked as he sat back in his chair and looked at me. I looked back at my mirror image, different only in hairstyle. Archie’s black hair was a mop of long hair on top, boyish and flirty like some of the soccer athletes from Europe wore theirs. Ron’s was cut in a sensible style, short back and sides, a little longer on top. Mine was a little long all over, mostly because I didn’t care about bi-weekly haircuts and styling gel. I just wanted it to grow long enough that I could tie it back and be done with it.

Elina said behind him, and he turned back around to smile at his cousin and set eyes on his mate for the first time since they'd kissed. How did she manage to look more beautiful with each passing day? The sun caressed Reasa's bronzed skin, making him feel jealous that it wasn't his fingers tracing each perfect feature, that it wasn't his lips tasting the satin smoothness of her cheeks. She'd tied her raven hair back in a short ponytail, the hairstyle not only making her cheekbones more pronounced, but also highlighting the gentle curve of her jawline.

He frowned slightly at the overly girly atmosphere. A large framed photo of the Moon Silver Pack hung on her wall. A pink lamp glowed softly beside her bed, and a sweet perfume lingered in the air. Everything screamed her. Snow was dressed in tiny blue shorts paired with a V-shaped T-shirt. Fluffy bunny slippers hugged her feet, and a bunny-eared hat sat cutely on her head. "Do I look cute?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes dramatically, a playful smile on her face. Her doe eyes, delicate nose, pink cheeks, and shoulder-length hair gave her an innocent charm. Her skin was fair and radiant—but Asher noticed the faint, unhealthy darkening beneath it.

Or teasing her? “We were stunned by your beauty,” Ares confessed with a mellow voice. “Nay, I was stunned at the sight of your odd silver hair. With complexion pale as milk and eyes that resemble the forests of Khaenra. I think all of my brothers thought of one same thing when we saw you.” The girl slowly lifted her eyes to look at him and Ares’s kindred smile faded into a serious one. He looked at her deeply and rested her chin at the top of the back of his hand.

Those eyes, paired with his strong, chiseled jawline, gave him an aura of both danger and allure, a potent combination that stirred emotions deep within her. Azazel's hair was meticulously slicked back, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. Every strand seemed to be perfectly in place, a testament to his meticulous attention to detail. The dark locks gleamed under the streetlights, casting an ethereal glow around him. Olivia felt a tug at her heartstrings as she resisted the temptation to reach out and run her fingers through that perfectly styled hair.