Soft Aesthetic Christmas Pfp Novels & Stories

Jordan Hall stood beneath the blinding studio lights, looking every bit the polished NFL superstar they wanted him to be. If perfection had a physical form, his publicists liked to say, Jordan was dangerously close to it. He looked like an Adonis—handsome in that soft, all‑American, golden-boy way that made endorsement companies drool over him. His usually dark blond hair had been dyed a warm chestnut for the holiday campaign, and the rich color made his hazel eyes appear warmer, deeper, almost honey-like when the light hit them just right. Clean‑shaven for the first time in months, his jawline looked sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room, giving him a younger, more boyish char

At least, for this morning… Siel’s close pal said to herself. "You know what day is today?" Di continued aloud. "Ah, Di. I really don't wanna think about it." "Why?! It's my very favorite month! We have to plan on matching ugly sweaters and Christmas hair accessories. You always manage to look good in them no matter how ridiculous they are. Besides, green and red have always looked great with your pearly-white skin!" "You say that every Christmas, Di. This year it's not gonna work," Siel stated in a depressed tone.

She can't manage to stop smiling "Of course, Mk's Biggest Zoey," Christy said is it just me, or does my name sounds different from the way she says it? I looked at Sam and she's looking back at me already with her right eyebrow raised. I guess we think the same. I look at Christy with my left eyebrow raised. "Pleasure to meet you, Zoey," Christy said, she sounds sarcastic. I didn't say anything I just looked at her for a minute then look away "ok, so this is my fiancee Aideen Drew" she said that made me look at them, Aideen Drew? It sounds familiar. The guy stood up and hand over his hand inform of me. Praise an eyebrow at him then someone holds it for a handshake. It turns out to be Jaden,

Do you know what I hate the most? Fake people. With their fake boobs. With their fake skin. With their fake hair. With their fake teeth. Especially their fake personality. Why can't they just be themselves? Oh right, it's because they're fake. B mean word that means female dog. From the craziest hater, CrazyHater. I shut the laptop close after publishing it. Putting it away, I lay down on my bed. "CHLOE!" Oh, come on! Let.me.rest!

seemed to have become more slender. Chris looked at Paige. Paige blushed, feeling awkward. She said, "This… is the built-in beauty mode. It slims the face and enlarges the eyes. Many photo apps nowadays come with various beauty features catering to female users. "...Are you sure it's on beauty mode?" Chris asked, skeptical. He felt that the beautified versions of both him and Paige looked less appealing than their normal selves. Chris didn't say anything about it, but the standard facial features combined with the slimming function made his face appear narrow and pointed, resembling a goblin from folklore.

It was frustrating. Just when I thought of giving up the search, Alessia Winters pops up in front of the screen. And I knew it had to be her instantly. Alessia Winters. I clicked on her profile and alas, the image of this woman on the displayed picture. She had her brown hairs in a ponytail, her shirt bearing the design of horizontal black and white strips, its ends tucking into a pale blue jeans rim. She has a smile on her perfectly pink lips, her eyes seeming much smaller as she smiled into the camera. At the corner end of her lip was a deepening point, like a little dimple. She stood behind a beach, her eyes glistening.

All I could do was salvage the moment in silence. " So you don't like the idea of unwrapping presents during chrismas season?" I gave a fake pout, bringing out my infatile side. " Do I look five years old to you?" I pretended to assess her body, scanning her from head to toe in a pretentious contemplative manner then replied with a ; "Maybe if you had your hair in pigs tails , you could pass off as a demented five year old." " Of course you'd say something as grossly weird as that,"

"I am checking with others witches to see if we can find that person for you." "Thank you. I know you will try your best." I wished that I could hug her, but I can't have her scent on me. My mate shouldn't have to smell another woman on me when we just met. "Just let me know what you want for Christmas and I will give it to you." "A Lamborghini would be nice," Silva quickly said with the brightest smile. "Make it in the color of my hair, pink." She no longer stabbed the bowl, her mood has lifted as she laughed at what I said.

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When the warm air from the heater hit her, she smiled, a cozy feeling overcoming her. Brady pulled away from the curb and headed toward the diner. They admired the Christmas lights as they went, pointing out the prettiest houses to one another. When Brady saw a huge inflatable dog, they both oohed. It was black and white, much like Pooch. “Do you think that could be Pooch’s house?” Brady asked with a chuckle that indicated he was joking.