Ron Weasley Aesthetic Novels & Stories

, Nora said, "I am not some sort of charity case or a pet project for rich billionaires. A cute doll you play with until you get tired....." Princess Belle Nora, a striking 5'3" brunette with long, lustrous hair cascading halfway down her back, enters the bustling mall with a sense of urgency. Her radiant beauty captivates those around her, as her expressive brown eyes shimmer with excitement. The soft, sun-kissed complexion of her flawless skin adds a touch of elegance to her overall appearance.

Where hers was thick and curly, Harriet’s was straight and much finer, but he liked the softness of it and the lack of hair lacquer which Rowena always used to excess. ‘I’m sure everyone tells you this, but you really are beautiful,’ he said with a smile, tracing a line down her nose and across the middle of her mouth. ‘No one’s ever told me that,’ she replied with total honesty. ‘Attractive yes, but never beautiful.’ ‘Well I think you’re beautiful, and the camera would too.’ ‘Camera?’ She felt a momentary stirring of unease. ‘’m a film director, remember? I always look at bone structure and profiles. I try and see what the camera would see. It would adore you.’

She was acting a bit weird this morning but seeing this note calmed my nerves. "Sir Kevan of the Art department?" I looked up to find beautiful pale blue eyes staring down at me. I had never seen such beautiful hair that was not Nara's. Nara's was strange but this was not. Blonde hair was rare in Avalor and only the royal family had blondes in them. It looked so silky and I just wanted to touch it. Like every other,she was in her uniform but they did little to hide the curves beneath the gown. On her neck there was a gold necklace,whose pendant rested on her bosoms perfectly. She had a rare kind of beauty and her scent was as beautiful. Roses with a hint of vanilla. Her lips twitched slightl

There were no whites in her eyes—just blood red orbs with vertical slits and a pattern of black striations. Only her face had been affected by the curse, but the rest of her looked as young and as beautiful as her daughter. Luna wore a tight-fitting boob tube with a pair of purple hot pants and matching knee-length socks, looking the height of fashion for 1977. It was petty of me to think this, given the nature of her curse, but her hair was a shock of beautiful blonde curls that made mine look flat. Beki tilted her head to the side and gave me a questioning bark.

“It’s called a living room, princess. Not your personal yoga studio. Maybe try not hogging every flat surface with your crystals and stretchy pants.” Nova stormed over, hands planted on her hips. At 24, she was the kind of stunning that made people do double-takes—long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded down her back, sharp emerald-green eyes that could cut glass, full lips usually painted a defiant red, and a body built for sin: full, heavy breasts, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a round, firm ass that tested the limits of every pair of shorts she owned.

"Loosen it before I loosen your fingers." I didn't even open my eyes. "Vane, shut up. It's a slicked-back bun. It's supposed to be tight. You're scaring her." "Good," he muttered. "She should be scared." Ronan was somehow even worse. He'd stolen a cucumber slice from the skincare tray and was eating it like some kind of unhinged gremlin while watching the stylists work. "I don't know, Princess. I kind of like it when you look like you have a migraine. Very unapproachable. Keeps the creeps away."

Shirtless and in a pair of loose fitting shorts barefoot "I believe the term your looking for is what we call "shifting" Leo was boy next door cute despite his mischievous grin on his face I noted how always kept himself clean shaven, his skin was a warm tan color like he spent a lot of time outside. His physique was similar to Dorian and Connor, broad shouldered, tall, painfully gorgeous I had noticed that seems to be normal for werewolves. "My turn, Did Dorian ever give you any signs that he was different?" His tone was soft and coaxing

Prince Ollivander was another epitome of beauty, his dark hair falling to his back, he was wearing a black torso and black sleeve, and his wide and broad shoulders were visible. He exuded an air of confidence and sophistication, his every movement a symphony of grace and refinement. His striking dark hair cascaded down his back, a stark contrast to the milky white of his complexion. His choice of attire only served to enhance his allure, the black torso, and sleeves hugging his lithe form and accentuating his broad shoulders.

A mischievous grin formed on his face, “You hate Orion, and as much as he hates you in return, he feels drawn to you just as much as Draco and I. Why not have a bit of fun with it, little wolf? If he insists on tormenting you, torment him back.” I took the dress from his hands and looked down at the silky fabric. The neckline was low, but the back would cover my scars easily enough. There was a deep slit on the left side that I’d have to keep an eye on, but the dress seemed comfortable enough. Tracing the embroidered roses and thorny vines sewn down the sides, I chewed on my lower lip. Knowing he had me hooked, Azrael winked. “Did I mention silver is Orion’s favorite color?”

How scandalous I have become. I never imagined to be in a position like this. It wasn't until I saw him, I realized how neither of the twins looked like him. While Ginny had only his eyes,Asher had his hard jaw line and height. They both had their mum's soft yet bold features-- black and beautiful.