Ron Weasley Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I may be wolfless, but I am not useless. The other woman dressed somewhere between a goth and cottage-core aesthetic sneers. “They probably only took you on because you’re an anomaly. Everything in fashion has its fringes and that’s you,” She says tossing her sleek black hair down her back.

I try to swallow, but my mouth has gone dry. Zane Orion has slightly Arabic features that are prominent in his midnight-black hair, his straight nose, and his full, smooth lips. It further fuels the mystery that shrouds his personality. His jaw is so square, it looks like he was carved by a master sculptor, and his hazel eyes with their striking gold, green, and brown colors have a piercing quality to them that I think he highlights by dressing in all black almost every time. I don't think there is a picture of him online where he is dressed in color.

It takes her a while to trust them and I wouldn’t want to inflict her judgemental stares on anyone, not even him. Half way through the meal, Cleo joined us…as always Jace the first to embrace her before quickly stepping back, and remaining quiet for the rest of the evening. Which was very unlike him, usually it was him cracking all the jokes. Cleo looked fabulous as always, she was a complete copy of her mother, whereas Ares took after Uncle Orpheus. Long blonde hair that curled at the ends, a figure to die for…her miniskirt only showing off her long legs much to her mother’s dismay.

I blush as I notice him staring at me. Greyson is very attractive, as most werewolves are. But his personality is what makes him the most attractive, especially his kindness. I used to have a huge crush on him. I would dream about his messy blonde hair and light grey eyes. Now seeing him shirtless, I think I still have a crush. But he would never be with someone like me with my frizzy red hair and dead green eyes. Plus, my freckles are all over my face. Not to mention my body is littered with scars, and I’m nothing but skin and bones. No one could look at me and ever find me attractive. Seth just wants me because he can and to torment me.

obsession) 2. Visual Appearance The Look: Striking, classic 1970s bone structure but adapted to modern campus style (oversized sweaters, leather jackets, dark jeans). The Eyes: Deep hazel-brown normally, but they darken to an almost bottomless midnight black when she is hungry, protective, or aroused. Physical Traits: Impossibly pale, flawless skin that feels like cooled porcelain to the touch. Her movements are unnaturally fluid, quiet, and graceful. 3. History & Background

I can’t say it was a sentiment I’d ever really bought into. We pulled up outside the house and Soren was waiting ready to jump into the back seat. “Hey, pretty lady.” He ruffled my hair over the headrest. “Gonna get you all dolled up. Good job I’m coming as lead stylist.” “Keep telling yourself that, Soren,” Max said. “We want corporate, not trendy.” “Trendy corporate,” Soren said. “We don’t want her looking like some power bitch from the 90s. Urgh. No.”

Arden said and Grace watched as he slid the glasses down to his nose and raised his brows. “You must be-“ “G-Grace,” she shut her eyes at her stuttering. Gosh. Why did she had to embarrass herself like this? Orion light chuckled had her look up. Now that Orion and Arden stood side to side, she could see the similarities between them. Both supported tall and lean physiques, with broad shoulders and tapered torso. Eyes as dark as night and hairs resembled darkness. Despite having similar height, Grace could tell the differences. Orion had this boyish and young vibe to his aura whereas Arden looked more mature. They had their particular beauty to themselves. Former was casual dressed and Arden

Trying not to be too obvious, she leaned forward to get a clearer look past a couple of guys sitting between them. She sucked in a sharp breath—the guy was absolutely gorgeous! He definitely was not there at the beginning of class, or she would have noticed him for sure. His thick, wavy hair had a copper hue to it—sort of like an old penny, she thought—and his smooth skin seemed to have a similar, though lighter, tint. He had impossibly high cheekbones, a strong straight nose and a firm chin. His profile reminded her of pictures of classic sculptures she had seen in art history books in high school. It may have been a trick of the lighting, but his face seemed almost to glow, as if some inne

“You’re not my t—” "Uh, so you are the instant boyfriend I have just recently." She said with the Hermione accent from the Harry Potter. I didn’t expect that. “And you think I’m so pleased with this kind of rumour that was spread all over the campus?” she smile mockingly. “Then, think again. You may have the good looks but you are not my type.” She added, stood up, brought the shake she was enjoying alone earlier then walk out of the cafeteria. I noticed that she’s beautiful especially when you get to look at her close even though she have thick eyeglasses and braces, she have a white and porcelain-like skin, her hair smells good and her lips that was between red and pink color, so kissable.

One of the guys, with a nonchalant whistle, exclaimed, "Damn, she's a knockout!" Emma, with her porcelain complexion and delicate features, stood out strikingly. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her look like a modern-day muse. One of the guys shook his head, half in awe. "Ron, with a catch like her right in front of you and you're not interested? Man, what's wrong with your taste?" Someone chimed in, "Ron, don't tell me you're actually into our school's queen bee?"