Novel & Cerita The Outsiders Aesthetic

When he finally sauntered into the room with a different type of confidence and cockiness, as though he expected the world to bow down to him, my breath caught in my throat. He was handsome. Not the kind of handsome where your heart fluttered in excitement and you could feel yourself blush just by looking at him. It was the kind of handsome that told you how evil that he was. The kind of handsome that told you that he cared about nobody else but himself. It's the kind of handsome that Oden was. The dangerous kind. I could finally see now what he was wearing. He wore a green suit and not the kind of dark green you're picturing but the kind of bright green that you wouldn't expect an adult mal

I clearly never got a good eyeful of him when I was shacked up in the back of that car with Sophie, bleeding myself into oblivion as I would remember someone who looked like this. Alexi is gorgeous, in a completely devastating, yet almost forbidden way, and I have to check my tongue is not hanging out; I never knew gangsters could be so 'Phwoar'. Black ruffled expensively styled hair, showing hints of a curl if it was left to grow, over tanned skin, and ice grey eyes that almost appear colourless—like a soulless animal searching over his prey for the last scraps to pick.

Nichole followed Genevieve's gaze and smiled at the sight of their prey. She looked like a cheap call girl with no more than thirty bucks in her bank account. But, give her the flowers, she was beautiful. She wore a mini gown that was no lower than her ass, if she bent to pick up a pen from the ground, all the men in the room will be dead meat. Her full boobs were on display, the dress did nothing to conceal it. She applied heavy makeup and wore cheap accessories. "She's blonde, and voluptuous." Genevieve commented. Aiden loves his girls dark skinned, and slim, but we'll make do with what's available."

No. Deviation from the exchange of looks intense, full of hatred, to look at the naked clothes. I never saw him out of the suit too. What a fuck! I expected that part of his beauty was the cliché of a powerful man dressed formally, but no. He looks good even with the black casual outfit. It’s just a polo shirt, jeans and a pair of sneakers. How can the ordinary have such an extraordinary appearance? "He’s prettier than I remember, sweetheart," Nat says, every facet beside me, and I look at her as if horns had been born on her head. As I said, I will never assume for anyone anything related to your beauty.

I smiled my thanks as I carried the black cellophane bag and started heading home. I paused my steps when I saw the heartless creature jogging forth. He was dressed in plain white loosed shirt, black shorts, boots and tied a bandana to his forehead. His dreadlocks which he sprayed brown was quite short. The sweat glued the shirt to his chest and I could trace his beautiful abs and six packs with my eyes. His pink lips were in a pout as he jogged with his head phones plugged on his ears. He was a sight to behold. He didn't even pay attention to the looks he was recieving from people. It really was unfair that someone so beautiful on the outside could be so ugly on the inside.

Because of his striking good looks, Aiden didn't realize that since he arrived 20 minutes ago, people have been watching him, especially the women. Tall, manly and athletic body, broad shoulders, an extraordinarily handsome face, rare and beautiful eye color, not to mention the clothes he wears. A navy hoodie and jeans, complete with white shoes, in other people's eyes, Aiden is really really cool. "He's so handsome, isn't he? Is he waiting for someone?" Whispered the girls at the opposite table while glancing at Aiden who was trying not to care about their stares.

She comments, taking a look at my plain black tee with fitted blue jeans and black platform boots. She flips her hair very dramatically before stepping into the car. I sigh, deeply already frustrated. Today is going to be a long fucking day. *** It's an hour long drive through the pack and I realise just how wide and vast the Deathstone pack really is. We pass through the main parts before moving into the more desolate and scarcely populated outskirts, where most of the outsiders live. I notice the whole air turns gloomy as the once vibrant streets turn dark and lifeless, the houses in this region are much smaller and older and look like they're at the brink of collapse, just to show how uns

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.

His chest was bare. And it was… Art. Muscle sculpted as if someone had taken a blade to marble and carved this from spite. A long line of his throat. The cut of his collarbones. The ridges of his abdomen. A faint trail of darker hair leading down from his navel, vanishing beneath the waistband. He looked like one of the old, forbidden carvings half-scrubbed from the chapel walls—one the Elders pretended had never been there. Adelaide swallowed hard, throat suddenly dry.

It was odd, but she barely noticed the ugly scar now, and she knew that it was because Olivia’s kind, sweet spirit was shining on out. The woman had a good heart, and if there was one thing that Reena knew after years of painting portraits, it was that inner beauty always, always trumped outer beauty. She also knew that beautiful people with ugly souls looked ugly – though most people were too dazzled by the attractive outer packaging to always see it right away. Still, it always bled through in the end. But clearly, Olivia Foreman had both inner and outer beauty… and she had it in spades. “So,” Dallas said now. “You ladies good?”