Ron Weasley Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Karl rarely has an approachable expression, not to talk of smiling, but he was laughing heartily at whatever Royane was saying. Karl was laughing! All because of the white haired, probably 5’8 Royane. I can't lie and say she's not pretty. With her tall, slim features and her glassy skin, she can easily pass as a Kyan witch. The most beautiful, and also dangerous beings known to exist. I bring down my book, take my phone and check my features with the front camera. I'm also good looking myself, my camera just doesn't do proper justice to my looks.

Winston was talkative, but Caleb, who stood next to him, maintained his icy demeanor. Winston noticed that Caleb was ignoring him, so he turned his attention forward. He spotted someone who was getting her invitation checked and elbowed Caleb. "That back view is stunning. She's way better than your interior designer." Indeed, Penny's back view was captivating, or more accurately, she looked stunning from every angle. Her body had just the right proportions. She was slim where she needed to be and had curves in all the right places. Her shoulder blades, the curve of her waist, and her graceful, fluid lines, combined with the diamond necklace, created an enchanting and captivating image.

We both walked into Ronan's office, my mouth falling agape when I saw the state of disarray he was in. “Ronan” I called out loudly, hurrying forward. He looked up dazedly. “You two are back already?.” He asked, scratching his head. Under his two eyes rims had turned purplish black from lack of sleep and his hair which was usually combed and styled neatly was in a mess… and it was at this point that I realized…. Ronan actually has curls!! Kawaii desu. “Yes, check the date you dumbass.” Soren said bitterly, plopping on a chair.

It's still January in Toronto, and although werewolves can withstand the cold better than humans can, the breeze from the open doors behind us makes my neck shiver. My ash blonde hair is in a loose, romantic updo that looks dishevelled and free yet remains completely motionless no matter how much I might toss my head, thanks to Mother's stylist JoOrion. My lovely locks are surrounded by a delicate halo of spun silver wire adorned with sparkling white diamonds, which matches the rhinestone clusters at the hem of my grey tulle overskirt. The silver silk layer behind the diamonds sparkles like the moon's surface as they rise and fall like fading constellations. This is definitely not a party I

Mates are definitely not brought to those parties. Lorna has dirty blonde hair that is pulled up in a high ponytail. Lorna isn’t the worst looking she-wolf. In fact, many males would find her extremely attractive with her high cheekbones, perfectly thin, and zero fat body. However, her personality sucks, and I don’t like thin bitches. It’s why I’m glad Wren has curves. Both girls stand. “Alpha Valen, it’s so nice to meet you.” Anisa greets, bowing her head to me before she takes Graven’s arm.

She has an ebony black hair that falls down to her back like a water fall. Raya is tall, slim with a large breast and hips. Her blond hair is put into a bun, small nerdy glasses hangs on her pointy nose. I thought werewolves don't have defects like human. "She doesn't. She is just obsessed with the nerdy glasses." Janny snorts. Oh...I did say that out.

The sweetness explodes in my mouth, and I savor the flavor. Azrael nods with unbridled enthusiasm, his extraordinary ombré eyes flashing with joy. His eyes, a striking feature he shares with his sister Astria, are truly one-of-a-kind. The ombré effect creates a mesmerizing gradient as if the colors are bending and adapting to the surrounding light.

What I don't know is their personalities though. Owen has the most deep ruby eyes I have ever seen. He has this dead look in his eyes that makes him look fierce yet sexy at the same time. His hair is pitch black, and so long. He wears it wavy, and I have seen it in a ponytail; it all looks divine. He is so tall compared to the three of them, and also the hugest of them. If ‘hugest’ is ever a word. I just cannot find the right words to describe him. He has these muscles that he doesn’t even sweat to show them off, they are just there. He looks maybe twenty years old or so, he isn’t that older than me. And I guess I am a little bit attracted to him more than the other two.

Prince Ron giggled, happy to see that he looked very gorgeous. His fiery red curls were slightly long, falling just past his chin, and pulled half-up with a rare, swirling purple clasp streaked with white veins. The gem resembled polished marble—unique and mesmerizing in its elegance. His skin was smooth and unblemished, a soft, creamy hue that caught the light like porcelain kissed by morning sun. His eyes were a bright green, vivid and sharp, like polished emeralds. Prince Ron was very satisfied. His past self even radiated confidence, mystery, and charm. He looked like a storybook sorcerer and a prince all at once.