Aesthetic Booktok Novels & Stories

I poured into Enzo & Sasha with hopes of entertaining one or two people out there and it means so much to me that YOU found my book worthy of reading🩷 Feel free to leave a review to let others know how you felt about Sasha & Enzo. Until next time… Xo, Athena♡

She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm. “Even if it means Mom crying all night,” Estelle chimed in from across the room, rolling her eyes dramatically. Crystal shot her a mock glare and defended herself. “You don’t understand the beauty of a good book. So what if it’s sad? If the author can move you to ugly tears, it means they have written something truly special.” She turned back to Arielle, her expression softening. “That’s what makes this book so good.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Arielle said, nodding fervently. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!”

He wanted to make them feel obligated to please him. That was exactly the thought of both women, it was better to fuck Colin than one of those beasts. He looked from Kim's exquisite white body and red hair to Donna's golden tan one and long black hair. "Such a decision, why don't you lassies work on my dick while I try to decide who first." He propped his head up on a pillow and put his hands behind his head.

Sariel's point of view We're currently at the National Bookstore with Kaelyn and Aster. We only took one big cart, and Aster is the one pushing it. Thankfully, Aster shares the same vibes as me, while I have no idea what station Kaelyn is at. As for Aster and me, we're busy browsing through dark romance books, action and mystery thrillers, and, let's not forget, fantasy. "Hey, Ate Sera," Aster called, and she came to me, showing me a book. "Have you read this? Twisted Emotions and Twisted Pride?"

“Someone who actually reads. Who’s been broken before and didn’t turn careful forever. Someone who… sees me. Not the version I put on dating apps. The real one. Messy and scared and all of it.” The words hung there. Vulnerable. Too much. Callum went very still. His hand moved to his jacket pocket. He pulled out the wrapped book and set it on the table between them. Sloane stared at it. Her throat felt tight. “Who was it for?” she asked, voice small. He rubbed the back of his neck. “My date. She mentioned Zaha Hadid once. I spent three days hunting this down. Essays on beauty in architecture. Stupid, right?”

“I am a function of aesthetic efficiency. Your territory has become a noisy subplot. I am here to quiet it down. To make it… readable.” It gestured with its stylus. From its book, a beam of flat, white light shot out and touched our cottage wall. Where it touched, the texture of the wood—the grain, the knots, the subtle variations in color—smoothed out into a featureless, beige plane. It wasn't erased; it was genericized. This was the worst invasion yet. They weren't trying to destroy or control. They were trying to make us boring. “Over my dead, highly specific body,” I snarled, lightning crackling at my fingertips.

I hadn’t set eyes on him since the incident, and his presence felt a little soothing, but he was gone now, in a haste, and I had to continue with something that still felt unreal. For the next one hour, the booksellers and I engaged in selecting books that might be of interest to me. I noticed that Athena tried to chip in a few suggestions but they kept insisting that this was my choice to make. Although I would have appreciated Athena’s expert opinions, I still decided to adhere to Cain’s words and allowed the booksellers to carry on with everything. After that, they proceeded in showing different library designs and decorations. “I want something that is not so girly and fancy,” I told the

“We wanted to make sure you had a place that was truly yours.” As she moves around the room, touching things and soaking in the atmosphere, I feel a deep sense of satisfaction. This is more than just a room; it’s a symbol of the new beginning and hopefully more reassurance that she means far more to us than anyone else ever has. She's amazing, and we need to move forward, not backwards. "How did you know which books?" She turns to face us. "Well, your social media showed us a lot, your wishlist at several book stores as well." Blake explains and laughs. "Oh, and anything with smut in was a must clearly." He winks and we laugh. He's not wrong, they all have smut in.

Astrid went to the very corner of the library where the books that belong to the mystery section were located, she was fond of reading mystery genre books as well as horror. She already has many collections at home but she wants to explore more. "Nice," her eyes were fixed on a book when she read its title. "Arts of Death, photography and reasons." Her attention was immediately hooked by it so she hurried and picked it up and brought it to the selected table. Many things were bothering her mind while opening the book. The feeling of enthusiasm-her eyes sparked upon seeing the pictures from the book, trying to focus her eyes to the left page wherein a dead bird being pinned in a transparent w

He stood up and took five steps to meet me where I stood—frozen still. His gaze moved slowly over my body as he studied me. My fingers trembled at my sides, but I tried hard to hold it in. I couldn’t help but stare at his green eyes. They were mesmerizing. I understood why men wished to be him. He wasn’t just handsome! He was—gorgeous. Even I wished I had such shoulder length white hair. Finally, he spoke, interrupting my thoughts as he grabbed my attention. “She’ll do!” For a minute, I couldn’t understand. My parents’ faces lit up like what he said was worth rejoicing over.