Amour Aesthetics Novels & Stories

Dante had said she’d need it. One afternoon, driven by a restless energy she couldn’t suppress, Amara found herself meticulously examining the massive, ornately carved armoire in her bedroom. It was a magnificent piece, dark and ancient, smelling faintly of cedar and time. She ran her fingers along the intricate carvings, tracing the patterns of leaves and mythical creatures, a distant echo of her own artistic inclination. It was then her finger snagged on a barely perceptible seam along the inside of one of the carved panels.

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The fragrance of the blooms mingled with the scents of the food, creating an intoxicating blend that further heightened the atmosphere of love and romance. In that moment, Haider's heart swelled with gratitude and admiration for Ameera. It wasn't the first time someone had gone to great lengths to please him, but there was something uniquely genuine and pure about Ameera's actions. Her innocence and sincerity touched him deeply, reminding him of the true beauty of love.

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.

When he finally took off the vest underneath, I felt my mouth go dry. Aamon's eyes met mine, a hint of an arrogant" Am sexy and I know it smile" playing on his lips. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and husky making it harder for me to breath. I swallowed hard, trying to look away but unable to tear my gaze from his chiseled physique. How could the moon goddess give one man such a perfect body, this wasn't fair at all to the rest of the male species. Aamon's smile grew wider, and he took a step closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine.

Heat rose to her neck. “I meant creatively,” she said quickly. “Surviving creative burnout.” A tense silence followed. The kind designed to make people unravel. The man on the right flipped through her portfolio. “Your aesthetic is darker than we’re used to. But compelling. There’s a sense of edge… control.” “I think luxury is about tension,” Aria said. “Desire without safety. Wanting what you shouldn’t have.” The woman narrowed her eyes, but didn’t disagree. “Mr. Vale will want to approve any final shortlist,” she said.

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

Her peaceful expression tugged at his heartstrings, filling him with a deep sense of reality. “This world has been too cruel to you, Angel.” He muttered softly. Beneath the gentle caress of the moonlight, Amara looked ethereal. So innocent. The soft silver beams spilt through the window, casting a delicate radiance upon her face. Her ebony hair cascaded in graceful waves around her, like strands of midnight silk, contrasting with her porcelain skin. Moonlight danced upon her delicate features, illuminating the contours of her face, revealing the subtle curve of her cheekbones, the graceful arch of her brows, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath.

Amore instantly yanks her head toward the bed. Pleading blue eyes stared back at her “Please…Please don't leave me. Take me with you. PLEASE!” Amore sighed, taking a deep breath while she closed her eyes. ‘Yip, I just knew this was way too easy!’ she grumbled underneath her breath.