Aesthetic Bios Novels & Stories

“The North is barren. How exactly are you going to draw the interests of people?” “Aesthetics.” “And how exactly is that going to work?” “The same way every capital city works. If you make something beautiful, people are not going to worry about if it is fundamentally functional.” “Is that why you invited Lady Borisque from Ducroft even though people would know you’re still alive?”

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

Aesthetic's POV: “ I see… “ I murmured while looking at Spade's cold eyes then gulped many times to settle this uncomfortable feeling. “ I’m Aesthetic, but you can all call me Thea. “ I stated while wearing a fake smile on my face. How can I even smile if I know that I was sorrounded by these non-human creatures? They're all gorgeous but the fact that they have some hidden fangs inside their mouths make me wanna run away from here.

I arrived at work tired. I really should not have stayed out that long with Grayson. I couldn't help but be excited by him. Everything about him was thrilling. I was going to his practice after work today. I was excited to see him in action. The best part about athletes are their well toned bodies. "Zee, Zuhair", I looked up and stopped day dreaming about Grayson's naked body. "My bad Liné."

I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me. I begin rubbing her waist, drawing circles and just trying to store everything into my memory space. Because each time I look at her there’s this feeling that rises up inside of me, like a part of me comes alive, I know it’s not love, but I won’t be surprised if it becomes that.

Lumen generated a new internal diagnostic: The Aesthetics of Endurance. It realized that beauty, in the colony model, was a function of survival. An object was beautiful not because it was new, but because it had been repaired with intent. The machine began to adjust the "Citywide Aesthetic Protocol" to favor visible repairs over seamless replacements.

Iniingatan ko talagang hindi masira ang hitsura nito at pinagiisipan ko ang bawat posts ko. Ah, aestheticism! I live for it, religiously. And I am forever grateful cause I have all the privilege to be able to live this life. Nakangiti kong muling pinasadahan ng tingin ang sarili mula sa floor to ceiling na salamin. Nang mapansin ko ang isang pirasong buhok na nakatikwas ay hinuli ko iyon at inis na binunot. Mahina akong napaigik. Well, it’s called tiis ganda. In order to achieve something, a sacrifice is needed.