Short Aesthetic Bio Template Novels & Stories

“TiaRose...I like that. It gives people enough to know who I am without giving away my whole identity." "TiaRose it is," I said, typing it in. “Oh, it’s taken. TiaRose98 will have to do!” Next came the 'About Me' section. This was the part where most people failed. They either wrote a novel or said something generic. I needed something that captured the real Tia—the girl who cried at cat commercials but could also tear a plot hole to shreds. "What should we put for the bio?" I asked. "Loves books, hates spoilers, and is looking for someone who doesn't mind a girl who reads at the dinner table. Must love cats." Marissa joked, appearing with a fresh bowl of popcorn.

BRIELLE POV Three days have passed since I went to the interview. I layed on my bed watching Gossip Girl on my laptop and scrolling through social media on my Ipad. I had just finished editing a content video for tiktok and I*******m, I had a lifestyle, aesthetic account. I didn't show my face, I posted little vlogs and aesthetic videos of my lifestyle and so far I have gathered quite a lot of fan base. And I was given a name by my viewers, Soft girl aesthetic which I made as my bio on all my socials.

Without another word he went to the kitchen. Celeste arrived about twenty or so minutes later. Vasilios let her in for me. When she walked into the living room, her ocean blue eyes went wide. I watched her mouth the words 'He is gorgeous' and it took everything in me not to laugh out loud. Celeste was tall and slender. She was around five feet seven inches with long legs like a model. Her hair came down to her shoulders in golden blonde spirals. Her skin tone reminded me of coffee with too many creams, a milky caramel. Celeste was three years older than me, twenty six years old. She had a degree in bioengineering, super intelligent. She had hoped we would go the same way in college but my pa

MORE BASIC INFORMATION Height 5' 7" (170 centimeters) Weight 127.1 pounds (57.65 kilograms) Hair Color Brown Blood Type A- Mother's Maiden Name Civil Status Single Educational Background Current student at UCLA EMPLOYMENT & FINANCE (leave blank whichever isn't applicable to you) Employment Status Student Monthly Salary Occupation(Job Title) Company Name Company Size Industry PERSONAL INFORMATION (leave blank whichever isn't applicable to you) Vehicle 2006 Nissan M Car License Plate L75-GLT Signature (Insert signature) Biography Writer, Incurable food enthusiast, Evil

And started a new account. Then there was a blank field where I needed to create a username. I looked up at the ceiling, thinking, don’t overthink… and ran my thumbs over the keypad. In the username field I typed: Y E N A. And for the bio: Limited Release Plus-Size Eveningwear by Y E N A – Every Dress is Handmade & One of a Kind. I took a quick selfie. It was good. My hair was splayed all around my face, gold on a pink pillowcase that I then noticed matched my lipstick.

Others were creepy, their overly eager messages setting their teeth on edge. They were about to give up when they found him. His profile name was simply "Leo." There was no picture of his face, just a shot of his torso lean, defined, with a light dusting of dark hair and a picture of his hands, resting on his knee. Long, capable fingers. His bio was short and to the point: "Confident, respectful, and discreet. I understand the dynamic. I'm here to enhance your experience, not complicate it."

“Spicy… Temptation! That’s it. It’s mysterious, alluring… it screams ‘look at me’ without giving it all away.” “Spicy Temptation,” I repeated slowly, letting the words roll off my tongue. It felt bold. Dangerous, in the best way. Bree leaned closer, excitement bubbling in her voice. “Perfect. Now, let’s craft your bio. Something short, flirty, and… hot.” I watched her fingers fly over the screen. “A little taste of fire. A masked tease. Dancing my way into your fantasies. SPICY… the heat you didn’t know you needed.”

Match based on desire. She hesitated for all of three seconds before downloading it. The signup was quick. She used a fake name, “ThickLittleSecret”, and a blurred profile picture that showed only the lower half of her body in black lace panties that barely contained her ass. In the bio box she typed the truest thing she’d ever written about herself: Curvy. Thick thighs. Soft belly. Heavy tits. Want to be worshipped… and completely ruined. Her heart was pounding as she hit create.

She was helping me set up a business account for my fashion line. “Okay, so I’ve linked the email to the account, now we just need to write a cute little bio,” she said, typing rapidly on her laptop. I flopped into the chair next to her. “I don’t know what to write. Just put something mysterious like, ‘Coming soon to steal your closets.” She laughed. “You’re so dramatic.” Popcorn and soda sat on the side table, and, of course, Tyler couldn’t resist making it into a joke. He tossed a kernel in the air and caught it with his mouth like he was five years old.

“I trust you. I want it to feel modern but still warm and personal. Something different from all the copy-paste places out there. I know you can help bring that to life.” I smiled, flattered . “Alright then. Let’s start brainstorming. Show me what you have so far.” “Okay so I was thinking something Morden but also gives Victorian style. I don’t know of that makes sense” As Jessie pulled out a tablet and began flipping through her mood boards and P*******t saves, My phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and saw a message from Luciano. Luciano: Can we talk? My smile faltered, just slightly.I hesitated, fingers hovering over my screen before I typed back: