Weirdcore Aesthetics Novels & Stories

His backside that I saw during the assembly that day sent my body trickling with different emotions. The fact that I eventually saw his facial features and front view makes my stomach churn with different sensations I cannot decipher. The mixed classes did not help matter as that only makes my imaginations go wild. His well-curved eyebrows, full pink lips, and bobbing Adam's apple are part of those features that are unwilling to leave my head. I have tried countless times to stop thinking about him but it seems quite impossible, especially when I virtually see him every day. As much as I can distinguish between what is right and wrong, I do not know whether all the feelings I have for the s

his words sting me like a bee. "To-tomorrow?" I stutter. "Yes," he turns his cold gaze to me "is there a problem?" Yes, there is a problem, I wanted to scream but didn't instead I said "no, not at all, tomorrow is perfect." I am such a coward. He give me a look of boredom, before walking to his call and drove. "Asshole" I shouted, yeah right I wish.

I may be wolfless, but I am not useless. The other woman dressed somewhere between a goth and cottage-core aesthetic sneers. “They probably only took you on because you’re an anomaly. Everything in fashion has its fringes and that’s you,” She says tossing her sleek black hair down her back.

"What's the Midsommar movie, I mean. Do those customs really exist?" "Yes, they have customs like that. And it gives me goosebumps, I don't want to go there anymore. Their customs are really strange, different from all the customs I've seen in various parts of the Earth!" "Well, I don't want to see them either. That alone is enough for me, even though I'm still traumatized when I remember them falling off a cliff!"

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."

“Corey--what does this Serendipity look like? Is she… pretty?” The expression on Corey’s face would have answered her if the resounding, “No!” did not, as he reeled in horror. Visions of the crazy-haired woman with alabaster skin so pale she could be mistaken for an albino, her hands covered with paint, her eyes nearly transparent, filled his head, bringing along memories of the stench that seemed to hang around her like a cloud, and he felt his stomach begin to churn again. “No, Mother, I assure you, Serendipity Fizzlestitch is anything but pretty.”

"Achievements? Oh, I've played every single dating sim on the market! Full completion, all perfect harem endings, literally thousands of them. I gave every sad little pixel boyfriend a loving home. As for skills, my memory is insane. I can list every love interest's quirks, their birthdays backward, and all their famous lines!" Verda looked horrified. "Horror games are really going downhill. We've got a romance gamer with us? It's seriously pathetic." "You do realize the monsters here aren't just guys, right? All your little pick-me tricks won't work." I rubbed my cheek and smiled shyly. "Actually… I've also unlocked a couple of dozen super hard lesbian routes." Everyone froze. Not just the

(Radian) “There’s 3 of their unique Products that we need..that nobody knows that perhaps the entire world also needed….1 is the Great Southern Wasteland Standard Monster Core output, 2 is the Monster Called Flavoured Beholder, a Unique monster that is native and only existed in that place…And third is the Monster called, Doll of Hatred…these 3 things is most essentials to us…that no matter what Aeternum need to monopoly all of it..”.

A message notification made me to unlock my phone, thinking that it was something related to my businesses but it was Ace, my annoying cousin. 'Don’t forget to attend my party. And bring your girl, I’m dying to meet her'. I got so carried away by my work that I even forgot that I was invited to my cousin’s birthday party that was happening the following night. Ace was like my best friend; he knew everything about me, and I knew everything about him. We had different personalities yet understood each other, and we were inseparable. Ace was very friendly, always making bad choices, a party animal and didn’t give a fuck about his future. No one understood why our bond was so strong even when we

Countless people in the comments agreed with her, calling her kind and smart while insulting me for being a mean and foolish embarrassment to women everywhere. Someone managed to unearth my identity, and countless people flooded my social media to leave me scathing messages in an attempt to save me from being a love-addled brain fool. While some left thoughtful advice, most of the comments were insult-filled rants that called me desperate, said I had a fetish for ugliness, and mocked me for not heeding other people's advice despite being brainless myself.