Novel & Cerita The Outsiders Aesthetic

School boys were standing outside of the gym, looking at her with lusty eyes. Her mid-length hair tied in a messy bun, her amber colored eyes, a small cute nose, her natural pink lips, milky white skin and her slim figure. There's no competition against her beauty. Because she doesn't do makeup like other girls. She looks most stunning with her natural beauty. All the boys in the school or outside want to be her lover, but she doesn't even glance in their way. They like her cold nature but are scared to get close to her. Aaron, Noah and Luke were walking by that area and saw boys looking inside the gym.

My day was way more important than this guy at least for now until I decided to mull it over tonight over a small meal that I would end up making later. I took a deep breath and headed toward the bench that sat beneath the shade of trees. A group of birds chirped nearby, possibly above me where the branches shielded the summer sun and kids played with their parents and pets nearby as well.I had pulled my hair into a ponytail before leaving my place, a light tee and a pair of faded shorts that came close to my knees. It was a tad hot to wear anything else. In my back pocket, rested my cell phone which was brand new and cost a fair amount but it was worth it because who knows what may lay ahea

Actually he is really good looking from what I could see of him, kinda of hot in a way. Saphria was standing in a way that was blocking both of us from him partially. I'm sure she did this on purpose to protect us somewhat . She knows him better than we do , she is a pack member after all. " Move aside so I can get a good look at them." He orders her, his voice stern and demanding as he glares at her. He just dropped down on my hotness scale with that tone, nope he is not that good looking after all. Ugly actions equal ugly person, he's quickly moving into the negative. A person can be good looking on the outside and ugly as hell inside. That is the true measure of a person's beauty. She mov

Bellatrix Sinclair “Outsiders aren’t allowed.” The guard stated, motioning for the people behind me to enter. Stepping to the side, scanning the way regular people entered without invitation. Some even high-fived the guard, drinks in hand and masks fully decked in different colours. After a few minutes, one man stood out from the crowd. He wore a crimson-coloured three-piece suit with blackout sunglasses and pitch-black hair sleeked back. The guard stopped him, “Outsiders aren’t allowed.” He repeated robotically.

They laughed too loudly, their smiles were too sharp, and their scents were a cloying, chaotic miasma of ambition, lust, and deceit. She was dressed for the night, but not in their finery. She wore simple, dark leather breeches and a soft, woolen tunic, her feet bare on the cold stone. Her hair was still in its severe braid, and the only weapon she carried was the silver dagger sheathed at her hip, a constant, comforting weight. She was an outsider here, and she wore her otherness like a suit of armor.

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

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

Even though there was a certain kind of youth to her, I did not miss the thick muscles along her arms and legs. The last to step out was Chaos, who would have easily been one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen, if it weren't for the sinister light to his eyes. It had nothing to do with the fact that they were a rich shade of crimson, which stood out brightly from his onyx hair. It was the glint of satisfaction in them when he noticed I wasn't alone, that there would be others to take out before grabbing me. A washed-out band t-shirt and some torn jeans completed the look, though there was nothing salvageable within this man. A sociopath through and through. Just as Sabine had said; th

I found the static lines under streetcar wires where electricity turned perfume into numbers, and the culverts where the sea kept its own counsel. The sun belonged to me now an arrogant, clean thing and I used it the way humans use lies: to get close without looking like I was trying. In daylight, mortals overlooked me twice; at dusk, I disappeared into a color the world doesn’t have a name for. I wore linen that forgave the heat and leather that forgave knives. I washed in coal soap with citrus peel soaked a week in vodka and ash; it turned my skin into something the wind would rather carry than keep. I braided my hair and tucked it under a cap when I needed to look like no one; I let it fa

They believed that if I just gave in and said I was fine, all those crimes would disappear beneath a pile of money. However, I was no longer that little girl waiting at the far end of the long table for scraps of cold leftovers. Never again would I denigrate myself just to protect my family's reputation.