Romans & histoires Background Aesthetic Senja

Altogether they posed like in a photoshoot. Senna was wearing her strapless cocktail dress that is color yellow. The dress's design has stripped at the waist, which shows Senna's sexy curve. As per Therese, she was wearing a fit-and-flare pink dress. The dress design is backless, allowing people to see how even the back of her body has flawless skin. They were having the best day of their lives, laughing at each other's antics. And then there is a familiar voice that brings them back to reality.

“I should be the one asking you that. Are you okay? What happened?” “I think you should look around to know that we also cannot answer your question." Said Sage in a concerned voice. "What do you--" I look around and was shocked to see what surrounds us. Where…where are we? We are on top of what seems to be a canyon, and in front of us is a jungle. And the weirder part than how the hell did we ended up in here is that all is color yellow. From the trees and grass to every single lining, everything is yellow. Different shades, but only yellow.

No veins or patterns marked their surface; they were like two flawless marbles, odd in their perfection. The one adorned with seashell jewelry stepped forward, her presence radiating a quiet strength. “I am Hennia,” she said, her voice carrying the weight of someone who had spent a lifetime commanding respect. Her sharp jawline and high cheekbones perfectly complemented her piercing siren eyes, framed by long, dramatic curls of lashes. Her tanned skin bore the stories of countless days under the harsh island sun, a testament to resilience forged through trials.

“This… is very good.” Sheena was surprised. “Seriously?” “Seriously,” Julio replied confidently. “The lines are simple, but they look elegant.” Sheena let out a relieved breath. “I was doubting myself.” Julio smiled. “You have talent, Sheena.” Sheena chuckled softly. “You’re exaggerating.” “I’m not joking,” Julio said. “This isn’t just good enough to wear for yourself.” Sheena turned to him. “What do you mean?” Julio placed the papers back on the table. “What if Ghana’s company opens a design project?”

"Hey, back off, man. We're just enjoying the moment." As they enter the exhibition room, the atmosphere shifts. There are blaring g lights illuminating each piece. There's a subtle hint of roses and fresh paint. Sienna’s work dominates the space—canvases alive with vibrant sunsets, serene rivers, and delicate rainbows among so many others. Sculptures stand on pedestals, their shadows dancing on the floors. So many HD drawings hung on the walls surrounding the room.

“What do you need me to do for you?” Selene asked Jennifer. Selene was a woman who looked like she was in her late fifties. She was African-American and had a luscious head of grey dreadlocks. She was wearing a dress made of African-inspired prints and had a head tie on. She also had a scar on her left eye and just four fingers on her right hand. Overall, she was a strange-looking lady and anyone would be weary of her and her voodoo but not Jennifer.

Jensen got down from the car and stared at Kisa with his frightening dark eyes. Kisa bent her head uncomfortably. "Jensen, do I not look good in this?" Mia hid the darkness in her eyes and smiled seductively at Jensen, "How is it? Do you think the clothes I picked for her are much better than yours?" "She does not suit these," said Jensen while he draped a white scarf from the car over her shoulder. The color white and mauve was a pretty combination. Kisa was sexy before, but there was more then sexy now as a touch of elegance could be seen.

I saw Caius give his usual tight smile. “Alpha Caius,” she said. Her voice was strong, clear. “Alpha Aela,” Caius replied. His voice was smooth, but I could feel the edge. Caius turned his head a little. “This is Senna. Our pack healer.” Aela looked at me. Really looked. Her eyes, they were deep green, like leaves after rain. And when our eyes met, something weird happened. It was like the air got thick, or thin, or something. My breath hitched. It wasn’t a bad feeling, not really. Just a… big feeling. Like when you know something is about to happen, but you don’t know what.

Selene, with her gentle heart and radiant beauty, had always been a source of comfort and strength for him. Selene was a vision of grace and elegance, her form delicate yet strong. Her skin glowed with a soft, silvery light, and her long, flowing hair shimmered like moonbeams. Her eyes, a striking shade of midnight blue, held a depth of compassion and understanding that few could match. She moved with a fluidity and grace that seemed almost otherworldly, her presence bringing a sense of calm and peace to all who were fortunate enough to be in her company.

"- he smiled to his thoughts. ~~~~~~ Selene greeted her friends as she sat across from them in the cafe. The first one, named Sarah, had short, tightly curly blonde hair, green eyes, pale skin, slightly covered with freckles that made much her prettier. She was of average height, but very skinny. The other girl, Jennifer, overshadowed even Sarah with her beauty. Nature endowed her with shoulder length, brown hair, turquoise eyes, and a model figure - she was tall, slim and rounded where needed. The boys passing their table looked after her in awe.