Shameless Aesthetics Novels & Stories

For the least, Audrey wanted to prove that she could live a life… a better life without him even if it was a total lie in her personal perspective. A satisfied smile appeared on her face when she watched herself in the mirror. Audrey was wearing a high-waist fitted jean paired with a white long-sleeve shirt. She tucked in the hem of her shirt only in front, so she wouldn’t look big though she was obviously not when looking at her at any angle. Having been humiliated before because of her huge and thick frame, she never wanted to experience such horrendous body shaming.

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi

I really felt ashamed in front of him, wearing this dress which literally hides nothing. This was exciting as hell but I know, we can't take any chance here. There were lots of risk attached and the possibility of getting caught is too much. So it's better to stay apart. It is better to just avoid our desire for a moment of time, but it easier said than done and I was afraid of that. My back got struck by the mirror. I gulped the saliva down my throat in nervousness and shame, but he didn't stop until his chest got attached to my breast. The way he was ogling was scaring the shit out of me.

And if there’s one thing they all had in common, it was that they were beautiful. But… He’s worse. He’s too beautiful. The kind of beauty that doesn’t just get admired it destabilizes things. Fae beauty isn’t normal beauty. It’s not soft or human or even truly consistent. It shifts depending on perception, like your mind can’t decide what it’s looking at. One moment it’s sharp and cruel, the next it’s almost tender, like it’s been tailored specifically to whatever weakness you didn’t know you had. They say faes aren’t just born beautiful but that they’re crafted by magic itself. Curated by old laws, by courts that care more about aesthetic balance than morality.

She leans in and bumps my shoulder. I roll my eyes, “I was prepared for this. I know I don’t have a choice. Just promise me you won’t make me wear something too flashy.” “No promises!” She scrunches up her nose and beams. “Seriously though. We were thinking of something simple yet elegant for you Adea. You’re already a natural beauty but I was thinking something that could highlight your curves and make your eyes pop.” I look over and see Shane smiling at my discomfort. I’ve never been one to dress up and he knows it. “You can put makeup on a pig but will it be pretty?” he jokes and his friends howl with laughter.

In front of Shama was a big mirror attached to the whole wall. Shama looked at herself in the mirror with unbelievable eyes. She was in her real body. Her hair curly and long hair was open. A big round earing was in her ear. A little beautiful pendent was in her neck. She wore an oversized top with pants. She wore snickers in her feet. Her body was sweating even in AC. It was like she just worked out or danced…Shama’s face had light makeup making her look pretty. She looked like a celebrity and her room was like a dance practice room. “But the question is that…I am a poor orphan…Then what the hell am I doing here like this?”

That’s not a compliment. “That’s the aesthetic we discussed,” Weston reminds her, his tone patient in a way that suggests they’ve had this conversation before. “Farm chic. Rustic elegance. Remember?” “Of course.” Her smile is bright and brittle. “It’s exactly what we talked about.” It’s absolutely not what she wants and we all know it. I make a mental note that Eloise’s moods seem to shift like weather patterns—warm and engaged during the dress fitting, cool and dismissive now.

She can’t have erased me that easily. Out loud, his tone was smooth, professional. “The Shaw Group is diversifying into fashion and lifestyle branches. We want to partner with ateliers that stand for innovation, fresh design, and exclusivity. Your collection...” his gaze flicked briefly to her portfolio, then to her eyes “...fits perfectly into that vision. Together, we can launch something that changes the game.”

I’m certain that a reality TV show would bring much more excitement than this. I would rather be in a black wedding dress, walking down the aisle with a bouquet of mini shovels for my own grave because that’s exactly how I feel. Like death is at the end of that aisle. A vow for eternal unhappiness. Instead, I’m wearing a beautiful Moralee cream colored wedding dress. It fits me like a glove, hugging all of my curves and drops just beyond my waist and has a little bit of glam to it. My neckline plunges down nearly to my navel and my bosoms are up and on display, outlined with delicate lace and silver beading. The strapless dress is corseted and leaves nothing to the imagination. It was a choi

One of the seven! If only I could pull that off. But I was plain looking and fat. And Layla was hot and thin, with curves in all the right places. Her skin was flawless. Without me beside her, anyone could easily mistake her for an elite. I was so jealous of her. It wasn't like I didn't think I could lose weight. But I just never had the courage to try and I didn't exactly have anyone motivating me. Everyone either kept telling me to accept who I was, some nicely, others mockingly.