Ron Weasley Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Casual, yet sophisticated, there was a certain charm and grace, a dignified and authoritative repose, aesthetic beauty that she couldn't deny. He had a lovely sweeping head of black hair. But honestly, I preferred it when he wore it platinum blonde. It made him look far more distinguished than Blake. The long build of his face accented the high cheekbones, giving them an exaggerated blush of coloring. The fine lines contouring his mouth held a hint of a smile that was carefully controlled by his true expression. I felt something mystical in that face that I never saw in his stupid, nonsensical brother, and it couldn't be easily expressed with words.

No one could touch them. The Queen herself was flawless. She had the best poreless skin that was a shade darker than Brittany's tannish brown skin tone. Her eyes were a piercing blue that was bright in the darkness. Her hair was in waves of reddish-brown hair that had slightly a redder tint to it. On her head was her crown that was woven from the best trees that London probably had to offer. It was a mix of red, green, yellow, and orange, all braided together. Her wrists also had the same woven leaves on them as well.

The Queen was beautiful with thick auburn hair flowing down to her knees and beautiful hazel eyes, she had thin pouty lips and stood tall and slim. Princess Aurelia too was beautiful and much like her mother, her striking, fiery, copper hair was styled in an intricate updo decorated with beautiful pale pink pins that caught the sunlight and sent mesmerizing twinkling reflections off of the courtyard walls. Her big blue eyes were lined by a thick row of long curly eyelashes, she looked the picture of purity but her blue eyes hid a sense of cunning.

They both had pin-straight blonde hair, cropped short around their faces: Ayon’s in a neat pixie cut, and Aron’s a short back and sides. They had pale eyebrows and eyes, too, both a glassy shade of ice blue. Sometimes, Ayon would wear dark mascara and fill in her eyebrows, and the difference was astounding. She looked beautiful either way, but I personally liked how striking she was naturally, with her pale skin and pale hair.

“Raven, you are so beautiful.” I can see Orion’s outline become sharper, more defined. It seems like my acceptance of this allows me to see more clearly. He’s taller than me, but I’d guess only by four inches or so. He looks like a god, in the way that male gods are depicted to have a muscular build. But the most notable thing that draws my attention is his hair. It’s white like mine. I guess when my mom told me I get my hair from my father’s side of the family, she was talking about Orion.

Only then… only then will my father stop crying so much. Wen Ro roamed around and brought a lot of random stuff. Bai patiently watched him excitedly run around. Just looking at his shopping spree made him tired. He laid his head on his head, sighing. few strands of soft black hair gently tickled his cheeks. He grabbed it and wound it around his fingertip. it actually looked like an onyx ring. Wen Ro’s hair was stunning. It was deep black in the dark and it glowed when direct sunlight hit on it. In direct light, it actually looked white. That’s how shiny his hair was. Compared to this guy’s hair. His pale pink hair did not even compare.

Orvyn looks more breathtaking than before. He wears a royal blue cloak trimmed with gold, and a golden crown rested on his head, which makes the colors of his eyes glow brighter. His posture is sharp and strong, and his presence fills the hall. All the she-wolves giggle, as if becoming more desperate to be chosen by him. “He’s even more handsome in person than in photos,” one whispers. Another adds, “And he’s tall and has a great physique too!”

Her courage rose and her love for the werewolves increased. Athena stepped onto the stage, her presence commanding attention like a gentle storm. Her raven hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, with hints of dark blue undertones that seemed to shimmer in the light. Her piercing emerald eyes gleamed like stars in the darkness, radiating an inner strength and wisdom that transcended her human form.

The professors thought more work before exams was a great amount of pressure for students. I was already in a foul mood when I entered the class but then my gaze fell on a quiet figure by the window. She had her face turned over to the window and her cheek on her palm. Wren was pretty; it was not a lie. The way she carried herself would not let anyone know how her background actually was. Her short straight hair, the slight quirk on her mouth and her high cheekbones along with sharp eyebrows. And her eyes. The creamy hazel orbs. The way the sunlight from the window fell on her face and illuminated her eyes while making them seem brighter than ever.

I am sure no one will be attracted to me, not even my mate. I mean, just look at me, I am so tiny, my hair is dirty blonde that reaches almost my waist. My eyes are brown and sunken that you can see hollow circles around them. My lips are so thin and just plain always cracked. My nose is just pointed, I always see it's longer than it's supposed to be. In short, there is nothing attractive about me. I am just a filthy Omega.