Ron Weasley Aesthetic Novels & Stories

He's such a good little puppy. We reach the front door just as two warriors lead the two witches in. I remember Ariel. She's beautiful with long black hair with a few grey streaks. The witch next to her is gorgeous. She has long blonde hair, big dark blue eyes, and a body that suddenly makes me self-conscious. If we hadn't already marked each other, I'd take Wyatt to our bedroom and lock him up.

Of course it also helped with the eligible female werewolves that he was incredibly handsome. Standing at 5"9 ft tall, Zayne was easily the most handsome man in the Red Moon pack. He had long wavy Hercules gold hair. His pair of bushy eyebrows sat on top of his doe shaped mirthful eyes that seemed to sparkle. In between his eyes was a falcon's nose that completed his incredible looks. He was the dream of all the unmated female werewolves. Sara couldn't dare to dream that high, she only hoped to find someone kind and warm.

I forced myself to get up, even when I was feeling all woozy and weak out of tiredness. As I rose up, Alexa waited until we were now face to face with each other. I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision before taking a moment to look at her real close. She has light blond curly hair that fell down to her large breasts, framing her face do well that all male werewolves would come drooling at her feet. Her neck was decorated with more glittering accessories that screamed wealth. There was, however, one thing that made me feel unease about her presence. Her face was burning red with anger, her nostrils flaring towards me with rage.

She rolls her eyes dramatically at the two men and steer me towards the stairs. "What was that all about?" I ask with a chuckle when we're out of earshot of them. "Ugh! Harry is just always trying to ruffle up my feathers." She hooks her arm through mine. "Do I really look like a goth, though?" Heleni is stunning if you ask me, she has dark long hair with wide, almond-shaped eyes and the cutest rosebud mouth. She's slightly muscular, but not too much, and even though she's wearing all black, it comes across more warrior than goth.

Not now, not ever. ‘What was to love with that jerk? His curly, shoulder-length hair that tied into a man bun? His electric, ocean-blue eyes speak volumes. What about his stubble beard and chiseled jaw? Or perhaps his washboard abs and a body similar to the Roman gods? Come on, Arwen! Those were nothing!’ ‘There, that’s the proof that you are beginning to like him.’ Once again, my wolf teased. But before I could open another disagreement with her, the door opened. An image of the petite, innocent-looking omega spang from the door.

the guy pulled down his hood and extended his hands. Zren couldn't react for a few moments, she was rooted in her place the moment she saw Weidon's face. Weidon had a very charming and striking facial feature. His expressionless phoenix eyes perfectly matched his thin well-shaped eyebrows. Highbridge and pointed nose, alluring red lips, and a very attractive jawline. Not only that even his face was flawless, so flawless that you couldn't even find single acne. However, even though the guy had a clear face it didn't appear feminine because it was the opposite, it made him even more handsome! So handsome that many females would go crazy if they saw him.

She too was smiling. The woman by her left could pass as a typical bimbo to anyone. Around 1,6 meters of height, blonde curled hair that reached the middle of her back, soft blue eyes, red full lips, and an hourglass body with a E-cup bust. Unfortunately for the male population of Hogwarts, her body was kind of hidden by her vest, loose dark red robes with golden embroideries. She was looking around with curious eyes.

Third Person's POV The Omega dries his hands and looks in the mirror. A soft smile forms on his lips when he sees the shiny gold resting on his head. His crown isn't as big and elaborate as Ezra's. It's smaller, more delicate, and just the right size for his small frame. The gold peaks look beautiful against his brown chocolate curls. Roman reaches up and runs his fingers along the beautiful metal. It's smooth under his fingers. The color shines under the bright lights in the bathroom. The metal is flawless, and Roman can't stop admiring it. His eyes flicker between his and his dragons as they admire it.

With flowers and small crystals strategically placed from the crown on top of her head all the way down to the very tip of her braid. The amethyst crystals sparkled in the sun against her dark brown hair like tiny purple diamonds. Her beautiful heart-shaped face had a stern look on it, turning her plump light pink lips into a pout. Her sun-kissed skin was as smooth as velvet and I had a really bad urge to reach out and run my hands across the surface of it. Before I could get the chance to do something I might regret, Athena's big liquid honey, better than any single malt whiskey-colored eyes, landed right on me.

The group is having a loud discussion, not an argument, just talking loudly and excitedly about something Greyson had figured out in England. He’s laughing good-naturedly at the old woman who’s prancing about like a teenager having overdone the sugar. Greyson is maybe six foot tall, but it’s hard to tell while he’s sitting. He has pale skin, an aquiline nose, round lips and shoulder-length jet-black hair that’s a mess of tight curls. His eyes though, are stunning. The light from within marking him a Witch, but the shade of green was so vibrant. He definitely wants to get to know him. Greyson smirks,