Aesthetic Novels & Stories

He was older, always wore the same tweed jacket, and spoke with the kind of voice that made you listen without realizing you were paying attention. This wasn’t a core class. It was an elective—“Brand Aesthetics and Identity.” Half marketing, half art theory. I chose it because it sounded pretty. And because it had nothing to do with balance sheets and supply chains. I leaned forward slightly, my chin resting on my hand as he spoke. His words floated across the room like something soft and sharp at the same time. He talked about beauty—not just in the classic sense, but the kind that made you feel something. The kind that wasn’t always clean or pure or polite.

He nodded in understanding. "I heard from Clermont that you completely stopped stripping?" he asked with one raised eyebrow. "Yeah, I feel like there is a difference between being objectified by people behind their screens that I cant see and being objectified by people live. It just was fucking with my self-esteem in a weird way so I wont be returning to strip anymore. But I hope my privelages at your club wont be revoked", I said batting my eyelashes. He smirked, "You are family. Never, you can still jump the queues and have open tabs."

He was exasperated by Lucian's taste as a stereotypical man. Children from the upper echelons of society were taught to pay attention to aesthetics. They go to art exhibitions or participate in other activities that cultivate their appreciation for aesthetics at least once a month. But, even that was not enough to improve Lucian's aesthetic sense. There was no hope for him. The pink diamond sparkled. However, aside from its cost, it had few merits. It wasn't something that could be worn out. In the eyes of those unfamiliar with the goods, it was merely a piece of colored glass. Meanwhile, the conn

Fuck. Cars. And fuck more. It was supposed to be the motto of my life. A cheesy slogan people go by nowadays. What do they call it? Yes. Aesthetic. My aesthetic was supposed to be a carefree playboy—fucking everything walking. Fuck. I was well aware and needlessly proud of my looks. I’d fuck myself too if I could.

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.

Her newfound boldness surprised even herself. "Do you think women were the focus of men's concerns back then?" Taehyung addressed his wife with sardonic amusement. Minnie glared at him. "It's the truth," she insisted. Brody set down his glass to finally join the conversation. "The Greeks valued aesthetics over function." He clarified with surprising depth. "They prioritized visual appeal over practical considerations. It's like a beautiful face hiding an ugly personality. The eye's judgment of beauty overruled the mind's assessment."

I asked. He squinted at my wheel, head tilted. “Why your work so ugly?” Aurora made a choking sound as she tried and failed to cover her laugh. I placed a hand over my heart. “First of all,” I said gravely, “my work is not ugly. You just don’t have the artistic eyes to see how good it is.” Alex frowned, confusion written on his face.“What’s atistic eyes?” “It’s seeing beyond what’s there,” I told him smoothly. “Understanding the soul of the art.”

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Normally I would call it beautiful because that's what it is. I take a good look at what it is complimenting. Beautiful? How does this look beautiful to it? "I would be questioning how good your eyesight works, but then..." I trail off. 'You can say what you want but in time you'll see what I'm talking about.' I keep taking a look at what it's trying to convince me about the aesthetics. There was nothing special about it. Nothing too great that could make me wowed. I wonder what it's making it convinced that it was indeed beautiful.

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