Aesthetic Story Novels & Stories

"Since when did you start following the story? Don't you really hate it?" "T-that that's because I wanted to find fault with the story you wrote, so yeah-" Aiden stuttered, couldn't find a good reason other than the fact that he liked the story. "You like the story, huh?" Asked Nina with a sly smile. "What? Like? How could that be! I don't-" "Really?" "Of course! Trash stories like that have no fun, only useless people would spend their time reading them-" "Hmm... really?" Nina showed increasingly intimidating stares and smiles, making Aiden even more overwhelmed to dodge.

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.”

He didn’t at all give any turn for any students to try to weave their way into his good books. She tried to act uninterested until Chloe raised her hand to ask a question when calls were made. “Professor, from the studies I’ve read, I believe aesthetics are more key than the actual design in sculptures and structures. I want you to speak on that, since you argued in my report my assignment’s topic was lacking,” Chloe argued. “You’re still insisting aesthetics should take the lead? Even after my lecture and thesis?” He said to Chloe, and Chloe’s cheeks heated. She felt embarrassed, and Sadie saw this as an opportunity to talk back to Lorenzo and to fight for her friend in a way.

And all because he couldn't tell her no when she told him to, “Please, please, be my partner for my next couple of pictures. I've always loved the idea of an erotic-themed photo.” But it baffled him that handling just her breasts could have elicited such response from him. He had had women thrown themselves at him - literally- and he'd been able to leave like nothing had happened. Jaz, Jaz, Jaz, She was saying beside him, “And I know you have some kinks - Fola told me- but I don't want any of that. I just want to be made love to.” She was talking in that rushy way that said she was ready to be rejected.

A large Persian rug lay sprawled out across the floor, reaching towards all four corners of the room with a magnificent presence, while expensive paintings lined the walls and taunted Cynthia with their beauty. While the executive’s eyes looked upon her with the distinct pursuit of conquest misting over them, the beady little eyes of the paintings looked at her as though they knew the true lack of experience she held and threatened to expose her. Under the scrutiny of both the executive and the paintings, she felt bare and exposed. She had the sensation that at any moment, she would feel a light touch of a hand as it caressed her inner thigh, easily working its way towards her womanliness, b

#Dark history of Aesthete. Then, I came across a report. [Are you still thrilled by the thrilling scene in the hospital alley? Are you still marveling at the handsome man and beautiful woman's escape that seems like a match made in heaven? Do you know about the ugly deeds done by Hailey Aesthete and the forces behind her? Do you realize that your rights have been violated without your knowledge? [If you are one of the few smart people who have realized that our society has long been distorted and deformed, I believe you don't need my enlightenment to start doubting what Hailey represents and what she wants to rest on.

"Alli, tell me. Why are you burning it?" "Because it isn’t beautiful," she answered him. He was surprised at her answer. He held her hand and brought her to one of the most fascinating paintings. It was a dark forest, and she had used luminous paints. A goddess was hiding behind a tree. "What do you see?" "My painting," she answered. "The woman was hiding behind the tree to tease someone in the dark." "Good. This single painting is your story. A story of your own creation. It is beautiful. Beauty isn’t only physical but also what's inside. And in this painting—it’s not only beautiful, but the story inside is a fascinating one that would inspire whoever understands and knows it."

All the equipment for painting filled the room. René deliberately chose the room as his studio. A room that was quite spacious with large glass windows that directly led to views of the city. René adhered to the flow of Realism, a painting style that depicted conditions as they were in everyday life, and the painting looked real without any additions. Of course, the condition of the city that he saw from the window could inspire him. René’s eyes were fixed on a painting by the window. His long legs then moved toward the painting, which was now shaded by the twilight rays. The beautiful color combination of the artificial color in the painting and the natural color of the sunset pleased the e

I somehow get a shape that resembles a head. But does it resemble Abe's? No. "Why is there even such a thing as art?" I ask with a frustrated sigh. "To express beauty," replies Dane. "Beauty. A word meaning to convey the coincidental encounter of a spectacle that is somewhat enticing, mesmerizing, or delightful to look at or view. A circuitous concept. Inconsistent. Subjective. Unstandardized. Incohesive," I say as I turn to look Dane in the eye. He raises an eyebrow and smirks slightly.

"What if I don't want her to stop feeling what she feels for me? What if I like her back?" "Are you confused or something? You rejected her when she confessed her feelings to you so what's all this about?" Amara said "You can not be going back and forth with her. It's either you like her or you don't. Be sure of your feelings before you approach her" Ade said. **** “so I only look beautiful today?" Amara replied with a teasing look. “No, you look extremely beautiful today." “so I don't look extremely beautiful every day?" Amara asked. She was enjoying teasing ade.