Aesthetic Character Novels & Stories

I look at her, my face no doubt portraying my emotions. “And do you think he’ll like you back Mercy?” She smiles and then like she’s acting she purposely wiggles her ass. ‘yeah I think so, I mean don’t you think so?” I smile, she’s one gorgeous model, in love with colors, and she’s always been someone who has this confidence, like she has always been sure of herself, no one to boss her around, I mean right from the time I knew her, she’s always been that independent excellent, elegant, beautiful, long haired.

She didn't want anyone looking down at her. At first, the current Aesthelia was very disappointed that she had the same name as this supporting character, a villainess to be precise, but as the time went by, now that she lived as that character, she seemed to understand a bit why the real Aesthelia was like that. It was because of the environment the old Aesthelia lived in and the way her father treated her. It seems like Aesthelia wanted others to experience her internal and external sufferings.

“Under those corporate parameters, are there specific stylistic vectors your tongue wants my hand to steer his choices toward?” I seized the tactical opening instantly. “Yes. Absolute confirmation. Nothing that translates to a low-tier mate trap. Zero threads that imply a brainless bimbo aesthetic. My image requires an architecture that registers as highly intelligent, yet entirely sharp. Dominant. Historic. Symmetrical cleavage represents a viable asset, but nothing that evokes the visual data of a primitive breeding den pin-up.” “The metrics are logged. My hands will manipulate what we can behind the veil.”

He felt each one as a small specific act of will, the specific quality of a thing that had been making a decision about itself, and the decision was present in the color the way character was present in a face, not performed but simply expressed. The trees that had stopped arranging their branches according to any aesthetic except their own. He felt the specific quality of their growth, the way it went in the directions that were genuinely the directions they found worth going in, and the honesty of it was the specific honesty of things that had been freed from the requirement to perform beauty and had found that their own beauty was more interesting than the prescribed version. The streams

An ideal world where no competition is allowed, only a crowd, which despite being exhausted, is relentless when it comes to one day reaching the standards of beauty that belong to them. That is why, tonight, I choose to challenge everything he believes in by clinging to the theory that yes, aesthetic beauty is certainly attractive, but over time, one will need something more to keep the admiration burning like a flame. This may be intelligence, charismas, or a lost soul for those who love to mend one. The pity being that, most of the time, this becomes a rip-off. For when plunging into the depths of another, one may be startled to discover that our pure desire does not match at all with our

Mammon segued in my mind. “If it’s you, I don’t care about your real form, whether it is grotesque or not. Well, actually, I don’t care about physical appearance. But it’s a big no-no for me if someone has an ugly physique already then his attitude sucks, too. Or even someone is aesthetic at the outside but he lacks character, stil, a big no for me. I hope you get my point. Character matters to me. So show me some time your true form. I want to and I won’t judge you,” I told him.

I smiled an easy and warm smile hoping that would put him more at ease. "My name is Jen", I said lying smoothly. "Apollo Novachronos", he said with an air of arrogance. As if I was supposed to know his name or it held some kind of weight. I was hooked from that very moment. Everything about this gorgeous man reeled me in. His scent, his arrogance and his confidant and proud demeanor. "Hmmmmm", I pondered thinking about what to do next or what to say. "Am I bothering you?"I asked. As if I really cared about the effect of my presence at his table. I was too far gone, the liquor was dancing in my system.