Novel & Cerita The Outsiders Aesthetic

They weren’t just foolish murderers; they were wasters…abusers of resources. Eyes followed me as I walked. If I hadn’t showered and changed into a nice gown, I might have thought I still looked tattered and dirty, because the stares were blinding. Yet I walked on, mapping every corner. Noting the number of buildings everywhere, open fields filled with mature fruits and crops. Luxurious cars lining everywhere like an auction ground. “Pretty dress,” someone sneered. “Too bad it’ll be messed up. The soil here hates them flashy.”

He found Zayn to be rather familiar, as if he had encountered Zayn somewhere before, but he could not quite place his finger on it. He quickly noticed that Zayn was dressed in tattered, bloodstained clothes, and that he had quite the tanned complexion. Zayn looked just like a laborer, only with a slightly taller and more muscular physique. He saw Zayn as poor, underprivileged societal scum in his eyes. He brushed Zayn off as a nobody unworthy of his attention.

Leather jackets with fraying seams, gold chains that looked just a little too thick, shoes that creased in all the wrong places. Their faces were rough, lined with the kind of hardness that didn’t come from discipline but from years of making the wrong kind of choices. Their presence oozed danger, but not the kind that came with control or calculated power. No, these men were crude, opportunistic. The kind of men that got off on hurting people simply because they could. They were the kind of men who would use their fists before their brains. The kind who took what they wanted, simply because they could. Aurora kept her head down, forcing herself to breathe. Rationally she knew that these men

"I want that outfit. That is so cool… that's like. effortless. Another took out a camera and photographed them. Even in ill-fitting borrowed clothes, Hadzen, with his blue eyes that seemed to pierce wherever he went, did give the viewer an impression of a perfectly sculpted jaw line. Hannah couldn't help but twitch with a moment of awe at the image. Though he was grouchy, he indeed made anything look good. But her admiration was soon cut short when her stomach growled loud enough to be embarrassing between them. Red crept up her cheeks, and Hannah clutched at her stomach and away from seeing him again.

I muttered. She crossed her little arms, hovering with an expression that screamed judgmental mall clerk. “And who might you be, stomping through my forest in… those rags?” Excuse me? Those rags? I looked down at myself. Sure, I was covered in dirt, blood, and probably tree sap, but still. My jeans were functional. My jacket was sensible. “You mean my post-apocalyptic forest chic?” I said, squinting up at her. “This is called survival fashion, sweetie. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Comes with pockets and trauma.”

Wide glass doors have been thrown open to allow people easy access to the patio area out back. My eyes dart back to the people. Most of them are, as I expected, drop dead beautiful - tall, slender women, broad-shouldered men, all dressed to kill. I've never seen as many angular cheekbones or pouty lips or large, expressive eyes before. It's like I've stepped onto another planet where everyone is gorgeous and perfectly polished. Every hand is manicured - even most of the men's, I suspect - every head of hair is full and shiny, every face has perfectly smooth skin. I'm far too aware of the couple of tiny zits along my jawline, and I don't even want to think about how frizzy and dull my hair mu

I knew I should bow—I knew a nameless Omega like myself shouldn't look him straight in the eyes, but I couldn't look away no matter how hard I tried. His jaw was perfect—too perfect that I think it's unfair for one person to have this level of perfection. His skin was fairer and smoother than mine. His stormy gray eyes were piercing—it looked like it could see my past, present and future. The diamond studs in both ears flashed under the dim light. His leather jacket was unzipped, he had a black singlet in that cleaved to his strong chest like a second skin and Goddess, the dangerous, yet sexy tattoos of wolves with dripping jaws made me lose my breath. How can one person attain this level of

Although, it was still polished and exquisite just like it had been, ten years ago. The only difference was that it wasn’t the design in trend now. I moved towards the sitting room, knowing that was where we entertained visitors. And to my actual surprise, mum was correct. He really had shown up. But was it really to see me? Asher looked ripped as always, his numerous piercings everywhere and clothes that hugged his muscles. Today was a grey sleeveless top with a black leather jacket, with white diamond shaped stones on it. A part of his sleek raven hair covered a part of his forehead. Under eyes filled with something kajal like, presence intimidating. This made him emanate a gothic impressi

Why did he look so dirty and banged up on the street? He had obviously cleaned himself up. He had on a plain black t-shirt and indigo denims now. His hair was still long but it was tamer, falling over his forehead in neat, silky rows. It wasn’t just that he was cleaner and not dressed in clothes anymore. Somehow, he looked tamer too. Still a beautiful specimen of a boy, but not as edgy and wild looking. He didn’t seem remotely as frightening now. Still, there was something deeply intense about his eyes. He seemed to only ever wear one expression— smoldering.

His palms were hidden inside his pockets and the frame around his eyes gave him an extra clean look. "Was I blind?" Gracie thought. "Just because he is quiet and wears glasses, doesn't mean he was an ugly nerd who had no sense of style." He was oozing with visuals and an attractive demeanor. His fitting T-shirt was shaping his muscular features. His biceps were thick enough to make it look like it can rip anybody's skin off. Her eyes traveled down when she saw how his trousers also have a definition of his thick thighs. "Good grace, he was actually built as fucking Greek god." Gracie thought, not noticing how the guy in front of her made her curse for the first time. Although it's all in her