Wonder Woman Aesthetic の小説・ストーリー

[Valerie] I was stunned by the mighty being who towered above me; her hair white as snow, billowing out behind her in the wind as she stretched out pale arms and the werewolves around us fell in submission. Her eyebrows matched her hair, and her eyes remained a faded shade of the red they were before she transformed. She was otherworldly - taller than most humans, her skin almost as white as her hair, but still, she was mesmerizing in all her beauty. She seemed delicate, as if her bones may break at the slightest touch, but when she spoke, through blood-red lips, she sounded as fierce as her werewolf looked.

My paws brought me effortlessly beside her clawed feet, the boys at our back. When we came back to our clothes, she shifted seamlessly; her body a lithe masterpiece. She was no longer the frail, sickly woman who had been returned to us, but a creature of innate power. Muscle and softness combined effortlessly into how I always saw her in my mind's eye: a woman of strength and infinite beauty. She pulled on clothes, as we all did, blanketing her form, but my mind couldn’t unsee the perfection she had become. I loved the woman beneath it all, and yet, I couldn’t be more enthralled with the ever-changing creature that she was, and the magic and power she possessed.

He thought he’d only enjoy messing with Kane, but now, I am not so sure it is just about Kane anymore, it feels more. It doesn’t help how beautiful she is. There are very few women in this pack who come close to her in beauty and even then they don’t have her smile, the passion in her eyes, her confidence, and her personality. None of them look or feel like her because not everyone would have marble like skin as smooth and soft as vanilla, lock dark her that makes her dark powerful eyes look even more enchanting. She looks amazing but isn’t even her full potential because of the way she has been dressed. My brother couldn’t even get her decent clothes that don’t make her look like a beggar o

“And I will give you the thrones of the earth. Kings will bleed at your command. Armies will march to your whim. No man will ever look down on you again.” The promise of power settles beneath my skin like wildfire. For a reckless heartbeat, I imagine it: a crown heavy on my brow, the world bowing at my feet, leaving the dirt of Ida behind forever. But before I can speak, Hera steps back with a knowing, imperious smile. The warmth vanishes instantly, replaced by a sudden, piercing chill. Athena approaches. She’s beautiful in a way that makes my survival instincts scream. Sharp where Hera is soft. Deadly where Hera is seductive. Her golden armor clings tightly to a body sculpted for war, and h

Her figure was a harmonious blend of grace and sensuality, each curve and contour enticing without being overt. It was as if she had been sculpted by an artist who understood the essence of feminine beauty. As Axel's gaze lingered on her, he couldn't deny the magnetic pull she had on him. It was more than her physical beauty; it was the aura of strength, resilience, and mystery that surrounded her. She was not just a woman of extraordinary looks but also a force to be reckoned with. She was a woman who had defied death itself, and that made her all the more captivating in his eyes.

How I wanted him in a way I couldn’t control. Who the hell was Leonidas? “Beautiful, isn’t he?” a voice murmured beside me. I didn’t flinch this time. Instead, I tore my eyes away, reluctantly, to meet the deep green gaze of a woman. She was stunning in the way witches often were: sharp cheekbones, ageless skin, and an ethereal glow that shimmered even under the candlelight. She watched me the same way I watched her, perhaps trying to read me, analyze me. But I couldn’t read her. That unsettled me. She had power.

He had to admit that this woman was beautiful. The curly golden hair on her head fluttered slightly. She wore a golden crown. Her perfect face was flawless. She was dressed in a set of golden light armor, which only covered the important parts of her body. She had a hot figure. Her waist was slender and soft, and her legs were white, long, and plump. Her entire body was bathed in golden light, holy and pure. "It's the mighty Wisdom Goddess." The Western warriors cheered, knelt, and prostrated themselves in worship.

So ageless that Athena felt her throat catch on something as telltale wetness brushed her eyes. “Beautiful, aren’t they?” Athena’s eyes widened as she saw the woman standing between the unicorns. She had been so focused on the majestic creatures that she did not realise that another had joined them. The brightness. It was coming from her. As she stepped forward, the brilliance shimmered and flowed, cloaking her in the semblance of a floor sweeping gown that cast its light all around. Even the unicorns paled in comparison to the woman whose silver hair shone with the brilliance of the moon.

He cleared his throat and moved away, reminding the woman that I was the client. “Well, what do you think your boyfriend is into?” she asked, thumbing through a few designs on the rack. “We have a wide range here.” She held up the white one I had been looking at earlier. “We have the sweet and innocent look, or do you want something more roleplay-esque?” She grabbed a Wonder Woman costume. My eyes widened, and Dan snickered. “A corset like this, maybe?” I was about to say that I didn’t think he would enjoy it when Dan piped in, “Add in some thigh highs and boots, and he will be drooling all over the floor.”

She was taller and much more beautiful than the current Luna; She even carried herself with much more charm and elegance. Many began to nod their head, approving of this beautiful mate that was destined for their Alpha. They felt the goddess really gave their pack a boon and take it they must. Xylia, on the other hand, was like a firefly compared to the moon. She wasn't that pretty, nor was she blessed with curves, ample melons and mindboggling backside like this strange woman coming towards the platform. Compared to her, she looked more like a clown. The strange woman's clothes and jewellery were even more expensive than what she was currently attired in.