Scream Aesthetic Novels & Stories

On the other side of the gym, Sasha, the makeup artist, smirked, was happily uncapping a bottle of oil. Grace walked over to her and smiled. “Actually, we’re going for a natural athlete aesthetic. Skip the oil.” Sasha blinked, baffled. “But the brief specifically requested…” “I'm revising the brief.” Grace looked at William as she said this. “Authenticity over gloss. Right, Mr Sterling?” William met her stare with slight amusement in his eyes. “Whatever the director wants.” He agreed and settled on the bench, flexing his shoulders. “Exactly,” Grace returned to Sasha who hesitantly took the oil back.

”Anything ,you say”He smiled and she felt his lips on hers immediately . She tried pushing him away but he is more stronger than her .She suddenly felt sick . He continued kissing her and she just stood there like a log of wood not reciprocating neither is she moving . He broke from the kiss and touched her face .She couldn’t see his face because there is no light in the room . “You know you really are a beautiful girl .I think I like you already “He smirked . She scrunch her face is disgust . “Just let me go !”She pleaded weeping .

07 Alessia’s Point Of View: “Are you for real?” I spat in so much disbelief as I left my hand on the air, still holding the fries that I dipped on the ketchup. I blinked my eyes several times as I covered my slightly parted lips using my free hand before finally got to glance at Sandra. She’s the woman who saved me earlier from slapping Amelia. We kind off clicked each other the moment we start talking. Her skin is pale as a bond paper and her hair is long enough to make and donate it as a wig. She has a pure black eye color that superiors her jaw dropping beauty, who can literally make every guy glance at her from time to time.

How was I supposed to feel again? He’s freaking breathtaking. I know Alexander is gorgeous, but right now, he’s looking ten times more beautiful than the last time I saw him. His long dirty blonde hair is slicked back, tucked behind his ears, revealing his forehead. His dark brows are neatly groomed, and his gorgeous silver eyes are peeking from beneath them. He looks mature in a different way than he usually does. He looks responsible, unbelievably sexy, and is that a suit peeking from the cut of the small screen? I can’t tell because it seems a bit dark wherever he is, and he also appears to be moving.

I scream, unable to move or run; I just scream. She laughs crazily. "I like it when they scream. No one is home; no one is coming to save you. That is why I chose this moment as perfect for my revenge plan. She redraws a knife from her dress, a bloodied, rusted knife that looks like it carried the infection of the centuries on it. Is she a serial killer?

THIRD PERSON P.O.V The women were thoroughly soaked to the skin with water, their hair was matted and plastered to their body, their heavy makeup was already flowing down their faces giving them a scary look. Damien frowned as he could make out shrimp scales and pieces leafy vegetables. The heavy smell of fish permeated the air and made him step farther away from them. "How could this happen" "Who did this? My hair! My makeup!" They all screamed as they accessed their bodies.

It ended after a few as they didn’t put on heavy make-up or such, and plus that I have great skin too. I’m not overdoing it, or I am a narcissist. It was based on their comments about me. I’m not that desperate to receive such comments from them. I know myself, and I am totally aware that I’m close to perfection, except that I have scars from the past, physically and emotionally. "Jane! Come up here now. We’ll start after Stefan finishes dressing," said Leina, who happens to be the director and hated me because of my connection to Stefan in the past. She likes him.

"Forget it. I might as well try anything at this point. Go ahead and do my makeup. The goal isn't beauty—it has to be eerie and scary. Viewers love watching players lose it." I thought about her unusual request for a moment. "Honestly, I don't think beauty and creepiness have to clash. The obvious way to scare people is with grotesque, horrifying makeup, but there's a more effective approach—when you look beautiful yet still inspire pure fear. You may look innocent, but in truth, you're a flower blooming in the dark, nourished by the corpses around you. "When players stumble helplessly into your traps, you clap with glee, your face twisted into a crazed smile, the slits at the corners of you

She gave her a look, and she quickly started rummaging around in her purse until she pulled out a makeup bag. “Why would you want to cover it?” Drake asked her as he reached out and brushed the back of a finger over the mark. “It’s beautiful. There are magazines and websites that would pay for photos of your neck like that.” And just like that, Drake Collins went from being Sue’s top celebrity crush to an everyday, creepy perv. Awesome, Sue thought. Never meet your heroes. Sue knew that such magazines and websites existed. It was a fetish thing for some werewolves to like the way a human looked all scratched up and bitten. Sue was a pretty open-minded, but she didn’t want anything to do with