Aesthetic Clock Novels & Stories

“Tell me what you see.” I ran my fingers over the smooth wood of the clock. While most of the antiques in here looked a bit old and unkempt, this clock was in near perfect condition. The grooves and arches in the wood were smooth to the touch and were all one solid color. I ran my fingers over the wood until I found a deep groove. At the top of the clock, right above the thick arch was what felt like a key hole. My hand flew to the nape of my neck as I traced my eyes over the crescent moon shaped groove.

”Or there? I licked my lips. “I suggest near the windows, so you don’t see it every time you look straight ahead, and it won’t distract you unless you need to check the time. But if I may also suggest, Alpha, a grandfather’s clock would look beautiful against that wall. I think it’ll complement your couch and the curtains if you can find one that’s the same tone as the rest of the furniture.” “I can order a custom one.” He said. I nodded and didn’t say anything. The room fell silent, and I had no idea what to do next. I knew I should excuse myself, but I also didn’t want to go. Besides, I had no idea what else I should be doing.

And though his state of surprise had faded, he was still very much interested in what he was seeing. “And this,” Cronos pointed at the clock in his chest before taking a small pause. “Well, you know what this is, don’t you?” Cronos smirked and Mane nodded his head. The grey clock that reeked of time and ticked several seconds into minutes and minutes into seconds was one that Mane had never seen before. Yet he didn’t need to be told what it was. “The Clock of Eternity,” Mane croaked, his voice patchy and broken like a man who had known no food nor wine for decades.

The illusion broke only when my stomach growled again, I was hungry again. I blinked, startled. How long had I been here? I glanced toward the wall, where a beautiful analog clock hung near the dining area. It was massive, ornate. A thick wooden frame with brass roman numerals. The hands moved smoothly across a marble-patterned face. It looked expensive and deliberate, like something Storm had selected himself. It was 1:00 PM. I almost did not believe the clock, maybe it was wrong, but I knew better.

Its hands were carved from black crystal. Neither hand moved. Around the edge of the clock stood twelve stone archways. Eleven were sealed with enormous doors of polished granite. The twelfth stood open. Beyond it... Only brilliant golden light. The same light Adrian had seen beneath the roots moments earlier. He stepped toward the clock. Every footstep echoed unnaturally loud. Then he noticed something strange. The clock had no numbers. Instead... Twelve names were carved around its edge. Some had been erased by time. Others remained perfectly clear.

I rolled my eyes as they ranged from expensive or historically significant chandeliers, tapestries or jewelry to weekend getaways in castles by the coast or luxurious weeks in private suits or houses in many expensive neighbourhoods or popular historical sites throughout the country. I hadn’t planned to bid for anything, but when they brought out an antique German wall clock, it called me. I didn’t know if it was the champagne and the wine singing in my blood, but I could imagine the beautiful sounds the pendulum would make and the chim it would do every hour. I had no trouble picturing it on the wall beside my enormous oak desk. I wanted it badly.

This was my empire, my passion, my life—proof that I’d achieved the success and wealth I’d always strived for. As always, my eyes lingered on the impressive floor-to-ceiling antique clock against the wall. It was a lustrous deep brown, skillfully carved from black walnut wood into the shape of a wine bottle. It had cost me almost half as much as my car, as I had to commission it from one of the country’s most well-known custom furniture artists, Silvadore—or that was what he called himself—but it was also one of my proudest purchases.

“ I’m Aesthetic, but you can call me Thea sir. “ She said and smiled. As she observed the man who’s wearing a white suit, she noticed how good-looking he is. From his brown hair down to his black eyebrows. His unique shallow eyes that looks so interesting to stare. His well shaped jaws and the bridge of his nose, as well as his sexy lips that seems so tempting. He's also tall and masculine like Ace. This man! This man's presence is so captivating, like he would lock her up from his seductive world. “ Aesthetic means an art. “ The guy whispered right into her face. She watched how his lips curved a sweet smile. “ Your name suits you well lady. “ He added with a low voice. Thea began to observ

Lady Celia sits on the far end, her gaze fixed on her lap, while Queen Seraphina stares blankly ahead, seeing nothing, but hearing it all. My gaze shifts to the right end of the table, where a massive sand clock sits atop an ornate pedestal — newly installed, by the look of it. The sand inside isn’t the usual pale golden hue but swirls of deep purple that shimmer as they fall in a slow, measured cascade. It’s strange and beautiful, almost hypnotic. I wonder if it’s meant to symbolize time slipping away — every grain of sand a reminder of how fragile power and control can be.

Once we were in the car she messaged me and said that she liked how much of a gentleman he was. "Where are we off to?" I asked him watching him drive. He made even this simple task look sexy and I couldn't help but just watch him. "Like what you see?" he asked playfully. I giggled and looked away for a moment. "We are going to the amusement park." I glanced at my silver stainless steel "Completion" Calvin Klein bracelet watch. It was almost half past 8 and the amusement park closed at 9:30 pm. "We have an hour", he said smirking. I shrugged and then we spoke about our interests and passions.