Scream Aesthetic Novels & Stories

”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 .

“Someone who understands aesthetics.” She blinked. “You?” His grin widened. “Me.” Ashley lifted an eyebrow. “Ace, you can barely color inside the lines.” He leaned in, voice low. “But I can make people want things. That is branding.” “Branding, not manipulation.” “Same toolbox,” he shrugged. “Different paintbrush.” She hated that he had a point. He spun her gently by the shoulders until she faced the burnt wall where her mural used to be. “Picture it,” he murmured behind her. “New mural. High-contrast style. Viper-themed, but not corny. A signature wall people travel to see. Something that screams Ashley.”

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.

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

He sat at his desk and looked at the city and thought about V7 and psychographic profiling and self-sustaining attachment patterns and a researcher in navy blue who studied the precise mechanisms by which scent bypassed conscious processing. He thought about the blurred face. About the almost in the dream. He opened his laptop. Pulled up her profile again. The photograph. He looked at it for a long moment. The jaw and the dark eyes and the contained direct quality of someone who knew exactly what they were giving you and had made a decision about it. He thought about what the paper described. About a compound designed for someone with his profile. He thought about the accident. About the mem

"The Stalkers are 'Biological Contaminants' from the 'Real World'! They have 'Narrative Immunity'!" Lyra looked at her mate, her sapphire eyes bright with a soul-shattering clarity. She realized then that the only way to "Lock the Genre" was to "Destroy the Market." They had to make the North so "Unprofitable," so "Messy," and so "Ugly" that the audience would finally "Unsubscribe." "We have to 'Kill the Aesthetic', Silas!" Lyra commanded. "How?" Silas asked, his gold-veined wolf form simmering.

I'm known to be the pale vampire in the modelling industry but this time, I want to make some changes, I'll go darker as this page would be full of mystery and secrets. I apply a bit of cream on my face and put a little foundation on it to cover some scars I got back in jail and some of the wrinkles that's starting to scatter all over my face. I didn't wear any make up for today, only a plain maroon lipstick and contact lense to match my tan backless dress with my hair straightly comb.