Novel & Cerita Annie Aesthetic

Like a garden of pink asters, her face shone brightly in a soft tone of gloss. All smirk and plush, Grace Anslem walked out of her apartment. Her attractiveness adds colour to the serene atmosphere in view. The morning sun kissed her skin causing it to glow and radiate in-between of her dress puckers. While she worked the locks, her face caught the mirror of her door frame and soon became null, as though devoid of emotions. In a flick, a telephone call came in; the loud noise from the device stabbed

" She was wearing an elegant red printed dress and her hair was up in a bun. She looked stunning and irresistible even without wearing lipstick. I began to feel a tingling in my back and my heart skipped a beat. The librarian scolded some brats who were making noise and I took advantage of a moment of absent-mindedness to signal Monica. She understood instantly. 'Hi, I'm Anna,' I said holding out my hand, which she shook weakly. 'Monica,' she replied indifferently. The best thing for both of us was to pretend it was the first time we had met. So we disguised ourselves as skillfully as we could by talking about the genius of Stratford-upon-Avon, until we were shooed away and the room closed.

I still couldn't belive what just happened but I hurried and got dressed anyways. I hurried down the stairs not wanting to waste anymore of Ace's time. I kept my outfit simple and classy at the same time trying to match what Ace was wearing. I wore a while thin strapped body con gown which goes all the way below my knees, a pair of black leather boots and a long black jacket all in all, I loved the outfit. "You're beautiful" Ace said as I reached the last step. Ace and I quickly got into the car and began driving probably to Ace's office. During the drive, I realised the mountain was far from the rest of the city like an hour or two drive away and I wondered what kind of job Ace does that re

(1 month later) Aniya was standing before a full-length mirror pouting at her image. She lifted her black hair off her neck to examine herself, “I think a bun at the top will look more suitable,” The bathroom door opened, and Derek stepped out with a towel around him. He ran a slow gaze at Aniya who was wearing a blush pink gown that flowed just below her knees. The off-shoulder neckline that was lined with lace was giving her an ethereal look.

Anna did minimal makeup for me, knowing I hate anything on my face. I smooth the front of the dress down for about the hundredth time, my nerves finally getting the better of me. For once, I feel beautiful. Not cute, or just pretty, but like in a crowd of a ton of mateless females, the males might wish I were their mate. I glance at Anna, who looks glorious, like always. Her hair slicked back in a high ballet bun, and she has finished the look with a set of pearls. “It’s Onyx.” She says, and I roll my eyes.

Therefore, despite the high cost of the conversation, Annelle continued to visit her office with the same regularity. This small, middle-aged woman with a thin nose with a button-shaped tip wore elongated glasses with thin black frames. She was not distinguished by her smiling or sullen nature, the beauty of her face or the ugliness of individual features. Her appearance was dominated by some kind of inexpressive facelessness. Not plainness, like a church mouse, but deliberately created neutrality, designed to shift the emphasis from appearance to internal content. “It’s a nice blouse,” Annelle noted, looking at the blouse of a noble brown color with a slight satin tint. — I was looking for

She refuses to be curious about her hair. “We should go Miss,” “Fine,” “Aaron who is the woman in the elevator?” Grace feels really uneasy. “My new personal assistant,” he said now licking the last content from the mug. He placed the mug down on his desk. “You are behaving like a child.” “You are acting like my mother. I suggest you stop.” He looks towards the door. “Where are you?” Annie took a deep breath before she steps into the vast luxury office. She simply ignored the woman whose eyes openly judge her appearance. She went and sit down across from the openly curious man.

The whispers and stares finally quietened, I guess the rumors finally died down. I was at my table in class, when a girl walked up to me. "Jinny right?" She had short brown hair with purple highlights, pink full lips and a nose ring "Yeah" "Hi, I'm Rebecca," smiling, she stretched out her hand "Nice to meet you" I smiled back, taking her hand "Are you new here?" "Nope" "How come I haven't seen you around though?"

Ashanti It's been a year since everything, and I've been traveling around. Trying to know more about myself, and I'm pleased to say that I like different colors other than Black. Yellow for example. It's just so beautiful, and I like how it glows in the summer sun. Mane, I am like a teenager in a candy store when I learn something new about myself. I like to read. I like novels and books, and I even took an online class to have a diploma. I didn't know that could happen, but I found this school that was offering, and I went for it.

Ashe releases me with a playful smack to the shoulder for my comment about her children; Anne comes up next and pulls me into another hug. “Hello birthday girl! Happy you finally made it.” She tells me. Anne is our Aussie darling, but DO NOT say she lives in the “bush” or “down under” it annoys the piss out of her. She’s another blonde haired, blue-eyed beauty with beautifully tanned skin from the ranch she lives on. She’s a professional chef during the day but is a rancher by night, or however the phrase goes. She’s relatively tall, about 5 foot 10 inches and curvy, and she’s absolutely gorgeous with her freckles across the tops of her shoulders and across her nose and cheeks.