The Outsiders Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Avery kept her gaze down until a gentle nudge from her mother forced her attention upward. "They’re here, darling," Mrs. Downs chirped, her voice overly sweet. Avery reluctantly looked up and was met with a sight that stirred something within her, though she immediately masked it with disdain. The man across from her was undeniably attractive and this irritated her. His strong jawline, perfectly styled dark hair, and a pair of mischievous hazel eyes—similar to her own—exuded confidence. Dressed in a tailored navy suit that highlighted his athletic frame, he was polished to perfection.

Stripping from my clothes I sat in a tiny bikini as Harush spray tanned my skin to make it darker. Once the stuff was on we waited for it to dry and then she did a simple look and then I put in contact lenses. I really didn't want anyone to recognize me from my ordinary life. Once the prep was done, I went into the beautiful bedroom that we would be shooting in. I was shooting with a different performer today. He had a huge build and probably a huge dick to match. He had a bored expression on his handsome face. He had dark skin that contrasted my mocha brown tanned skin. My normal tone was hazelnut.We started and he was really rough and had to be continuously admonished by McQueen and the ot

“Come on, it’s not that bad. It’s your perfect escape. These people don’t deserve you. Why not go where you’d be welcomed and maybe even cherished?” I scoffed. “That Academy? Where everyone’s obsessed with orgies and threesomes?” “Didn’t you say you liked it hard?” I groaned. That was one of those things I’d stupidly said once—just to sound tough. I had ash-blonde hair with purple and pink streaks. Always wore dark eyeliner. Multiple piercings. Cross and butterfly tattoos scattered over my skin. I didn’t do girly. I didn’t wear color. I was always in black, always found with bikers and rogues, clubbing till sunrise, drinking like my liver signed a waiver.

It made me want to retch again, but for a very different reason. He looked… god, he looked unreal. I had almost never seen Aiden dressed so casually. His black athletic shorts clung to his thighs, strong and tanned and corded with lean muscle. A matching black sleeveless tank sat perfectly on his torso, the fabric clinging to his abdomen in all the right places. His arms, carved like they belonged in some kind of mythological fresco, flexed each time he poured lemonade. His black hair was messily slicked back, like he’d run his hands through it out of frustration—or maybe sweat.

obsession) 2. Visual Appearance The Look: Striking, classic 1970s bone structure but adapted to modern campus style (oversized sweaters, leather jackets, dark jeans). The Eyes: Deep hazel-brown normally, but they darken to an almost bottomless midnight black when she is hungry, protective, or aroused. Physical Traits: Impossibly pale, flawless skin that feels like cooled porcelain to the touch. Her movements are unnaturally fluid, quiet, and graceful. 3. History & Background

Three years ago. A pair of green eyes were set on a beautiful girl with brown hair, who stopped before a locker to put her things away. She was gorgeous, he realized. “Who's that?” The black-haired, fair-skinned boy asked his friend. The other guy looked at the pretty girl in the floral print dress. She had her hair in a high pony-tail and she was almost angelic beauty. He turned towards his classmate and looked at him from head to toes. The exact opposite of what he had just seen. His friend was wearing black trousers, ripped at the knees with thick chains coming out of his pocket, a pair of black converse and a T-shirt with the Guns N’ Roses logo he seemed to not have washed in weeks. The

Any girl could go on her knees for that sharp hawkish nose that he possesses. He was an Eros dressed to kill. Even the blue apron covering his shirt gave him the look of allure. However, like a precision to say, Ace looked hot in every outfit that he sported. He had defined cheekbones and a concrete jaw like a beautiful and magnificent sculpture. Scarlet bit the inside of her cheek to arrest the sweet tingles erupting from her skin because of his closeness.

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.

“Why do they always act like big boobs and an ass are a public invitation? I’m not a free sample. I’m not a limited-time offer. I’m a person who would like to walk to the convenience store without being seen as an invitation.” “Because men are simple creatures,” Nyx said, finally glancing up. Her dark curls were piled into a messy bun that somehow still looked intentional, and she was already wearing her club uniform—black crop top, shorts that barely qualified as clothing, and enough attitude to power a small city. “You could wear a potato sack and they’d still stare. It’s a curse. A sexy, unfair, deeply annoying curse.”

She had deliberately chosen the flashiest outfit in the room, one with a wild, seductive vibe. Calvin glanced at himself in the mirror. The colors were clearly pushing the limits of his aesthetic sensibility, but he didn’t care at all. Nodding nonchalantly, he drawled, “Whips, prints, tough on the outside, soft on the inside… all combined. Do you like the unrestrained, domineering boss style?” Adriana nearly choked on her anger, suppressing the urge to spit blood. She carefully studied this completely different version of Calvin and forced a faint smile. “There are plenty of styles. Don’t stop. Keep trying.”