Soft Aesthetic Christmas Pfp Novels & Stories

I can't help but smile as Willow improvises a quick biography, "Meet Perth, a twenty-six-year-old Muay Thai pro and the proud owner of Studio 9 gym. He's a bossy boss and a friendly friend." Perth places a hand over his heart, pausing by the coffee counter where Lincoln tosses him a candy cane. "Perth," Willow asks, "what is your greatest Christmas wish?" With the candy cane in his mouth, he responds, "World peace." We applaud, and Maddy jokingly rates him highly in both the runway and question categories. And to think they accused me of being biased. "Next up, Perry!" Willow announces, and Perry emerges wearing underwear in the same vibrant red hue, but with a different style.

she threatened, and he raised his hands in surrender. "They're always like this, don't worry," the guy on my left said, breaking the tension. I looked over and saw a guy with white hair, white eyebrows, almost pink eyes, and extremely pale skin. He had albinism, making him one of the rarest friends I had ever come across. Despite his unique appearance, he was undeniably attractive, with a well-defined jawline and a breathtaking smile. "I'm Kai," he introduced himself, extending his hand for me to shake. I took it, and he pulled me closer, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

but isn't it cute ? And i wanted a big teddy bear since i was 18 ... And best part ...it was all white ... I hugged her and finally opened her Christmas gifted . Please do not let it be that ... I opened it and well .....shit. I look at her .. "What ...you don't like it ?" Her voice was sad . "Open my gift " i said . She did and everyone started laughing. Ya ..same thing .. We both were thinking the same . Peach gave me a bronze colour soul sis charm with her name inscribed on it while i gave her a sliver charm with my name

He used to say my bob haircut hurt his eyes, that I walked around all day with a blank expression and a sickly yellow face, like something not quite human. The insecurity that haunted me for years had his name written all over it. Now, looking at him again, he had slicked-back hair, a bloated face, and a protruding beer belly that even his oversized suit couldn't hide. Years had passed, but he was just as unpleasant as ever. "Fine," I said. "Anyone who'd rather not hear old stories is welcome to leave. Just tell the front desk my name, and they'll set you up with a complimentary bottle of premium red wine on me. Consider it my apology."

He said with a frown. Scrolling down he saw another picture of Bash, he was naked but his bottom was painted in rainbow colour and he was leaning on a wall painted in same colour with his lips pouted. Clicking on the photo the caption was happy pride month. Storm rolled his eyes at the caption. Scrolling further he saw other selfies of Bash with the flat chested pretty face girl and his smile faded. Clicking on the name that was tagged on one photo he was taken to the flat chested girl profile. The first picture was of her without a wig and she had no makeup on her face.

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

Aesthetic's POV: “ I see… “ I murmured while looking at Spade's cold eyes then gulped many times to settle this uncomfortable feeling. “ I’m Aesthetic, but you can all call me Thea. “ I stated while wearing a fake smile on my face. How can I even smile if I know that I was sorrounded by these non-human creatures? They're all gorgeous but the fact that they have some hidden fangs inside their mouths make me wanna run away from here.

Hope you all enjoy this one as well! Frequently updates on my P*****n exclusively!✨ Follow me on i*******m as well for more exciting updates. User id : _ ._chaoticsoul_._ "Are you sure you're not coming to the party?" I asked my best friend who was now lying on my bed with her blonde hair spread out.

I open the chat, and there’s a single photo inside that makes my entire body go still. Jake. And a girl, maybe fifteen, with the same tired eyes and pursed mouth. His sister. They’re standing next to each other, smiling cheekily, and there’s a sash across her body with the words Birthday Girl written on it. I can make the faint silhouette of a cake in the dark backdrop. My hand flies over my lips as I open the profile. It has no followers or posts. I click back to the chat. Someone is typing. [Jake’s sister.]

"Such a wonderful thoughtful wedding gift... Both parts. Thank you!" "I'm glad you enjoy both the cushion and my man," Sam replied. The visual image the pair presented made an impression on Sam, Phil and Brisk. Red was a modern California surfer girl, with a smooth trim body that would be appropriate on a billboard by the Sunset Strip advertising sunscreen or a similar product, were it not for the weight the camera always added. One could easily picture her as a current French or Scandinavian model or tennis player a few years past her prime. Her only hair was on her head, and that looked normal.