The Outsiders Aesthetic Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON's POV The overcast sky shaded all the sunlight needed for living beings, producing nothing but strong gusts of wind that occasionally brought upon the sparse leaves violently, making some of them fall to the ground. Clearly, the weather today was not in anyone's favor. And so was the mood of a handsome young man in dark purple attire. The outer shirt shielded all but the plum undershirt's necklines that matched the hue of his sash. With a sharp turned-up nose, thin rosy lips, and an oblong face framed by dark raven hair tied up into a high half ponytail, letting down the remaining half to reach down his lower waist, the man was of aesthetic beauty.

“You were supposed to have a long and thick scar running through your face, tangled and dirty hair, a scowl on your lips, a body that would terrify an infant, a big nose and cut lips, and you were also supposed to stink too. But here you are, with a clear and spotless face, beautifully tousled and neat sandy hair, a polite smirk that does it, a body that would really scare an adult, make a man cautious, and a woman jealous, beautifully proportioned features, and you also have the best scent I’ve ever smelled after my mate’s scent, of course. And most especially, you aren’t supposed to make onyx eyes look so sexy and attractive. I just love this badass look of yours, wow!”

When I peered up through my eyelashes I forgot how to breathe. Storm clouds. That’s how I’d describe their eyes. Like ink dropped into water— swirling together until they became this strange, cruel color that hypnotized you. His frame was broad shouldered and tall as he towered over me. Dark hair fell over his forehead. Trimmed jaw. Fashionable clothes that were probably twice the cost of what I had in my entire wardrobe. Handsome. In that primitive way where beauty was lethal like handling someone’s knife without gloves. Gorgeous and frightening all at once.

The teacher sighed, adjusting his glasses. Alex let his eyes skim over the three, two of which looked to be females. So, these are the new guys Josh was talking about. He had to admit, they were attractive, their skin pale and flawless. Like they weren't in that stage everybody else was in. Where the body did its best to present the worst version of the human being He didn’t let his eyes linger too long and instead zoned out whilst staring at a trash can outside. He wasn’t particularly interested in the bunch; sure they were attractive but they radiated weird vibes that he would gladly avoid.

Chloe paused, realizing that these footsteps lacked the click of high heels. With a swift turn, she found herself facing Joseph’s imposing figure. Dressed to the nines in a suit that showcased his athletic build, he made for a striking sight. A scar on his forehead, partially hidden by his hair, added a rugged touch to his otherwise polished look. His aura, cold and intense, had gained an added edge of wildness.

I offered her a dramatic roll of my eyes, completely unfazed because I knew her critiques were born out of a place of sisterly affection rather than malice. Up until the exact moment I laid eyes on this estate, I honestly believed my appearance was perfectly fine. The residents of this neighborhood looked like they had been pulled directly from the glossy pages of a luxury lifestyle publication, whereas my personal aesthetic leaned heavily toward survivalist casual. Today, I was sporting a simple black tank top layered beneath an unbuttoned, red-and-white flannel shirt, paired with rugged cargo pants and my absolute favorite worn-in combat boots. My dark, thick curls were loosely gathered in

Money dripping from every syllable and not human at all. He’s… offensively handsome. Tall. Broad shoulders. Perfect jawline. Dark hair styled like he has a team dedicated to it. Eyes the color of expensive whiskey. Tailored charcoal suit that probably costs more than a bank. He looks like he was sculpted by a bored god with too much time. Aretha leans toward me. “Please tell me that’s a model.” Alexis mutters, “If he is, I’m buying new stock.” I stand slowly. “Yes?”

And another, a burning rose, thorns curling into flames that occupied his left arm and hand is rendered in dark, smoky ink. The contrast of the ink against his golden tan skin is obscene. Each of them wears wars on their bodies. Bullet scars on shoulders, knife cuts slashed across abs, faint bruises that hints at fights that ended badly for the other guy. But instead of ruining their beauty, it adds to it. They don't look broken. They look like gods who have been to hell and back…and came out sexier. And that, in itself, is terrifying. And right now? I'm the only girl in this damn room. With them.

"Yes. His nose is sharp, his lips are thin. Overall, his face is very charming." "How is his build? Is he taller than me?" "I think he's as tall as you. His body is full of muscles. Maybe because he likes to exercise." "And his style?" Summer's vision suddenly blurred. Her mind focused on that night. "A bit messy, but that's what made him look sexy." "Your taste is so bad, Sky. Next time, look for a neater man. Appearance reflects a person's personality, you know?" Sky nodded sadly. "Yes. Maybe, that's one of the most important lessons in my life. I shouldn't be fascinated by a messy handsome guy again."

The hot spring was very restful, and his body was relaxed, but the tightness in his chest still lingered like a dark cloud. Ethan nudged him with his elbow. "Why are you daydreaming and not saying anything?" Christopher frowned subconsciously. "Say what?" "You… never mind. Hey, take a look at that beauty." Ethan's radar-like eyes detected a curvy beauty in the distance. She had the perfect hourglass figure, and her hair was silky. Excited by his discovery, he commented, "It's very common to find girls with beautiful faces and fair skin, but it's rare to find those with the perfect figure these days. The current aesthetic promotes unhealthy body image, and all the girls blindly follow it unti