Ariel Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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.

Everything on me screamed EXPENSIVE. I was not used to this type of lifestyle, and I doubt I’d ever get used to it. Azriel had been spoiling me silly with new and expensive things every day since I had arrived. He had recently changed my phone to an iPhone 16 Pro Max. Crazy right? Suddenly the door swung open, I took a glimpse at who it was through the mirror and saw Azriel standing there, looking like a Greek god. He looked so handsome in his black suit, like a sculpture. His hair was well-styled and combed. His eyes were no longer hazel. Black eyes stared at me instead, and he inhaled deeply, a growl echoed in the room making my panties moist with desire.

"No…. Yes, why do you keep stealing glances at me? Ariel wanted to pretend like she didn't say anything, but she was unable to hold back. "Staring at you?" You really aim high, don't you? Why would I stare at you? I was only staring at how ridiculous you look. Sexy isn't your style, and I must say you didn't pull it off. He was clearly lying through his teeth. He loved her outfit, yet he was never willing to give her a compliment. Ariel rolled her eyeballs. "You can say whatever you want, I don't care. " Oh you ….. "He was about to give her a befitting reply when he was interrupted.

"Your work is really good." I set down my knife and turned to face her. "Why do you say that?" I asked. Ariel thought for a moment. Then she walked closer and picked up the lighthouse. She turned it over in her hands and ran her finger along the smooth edges. "Because I've never seen anyone make things like you do," she said. Her voice was quiet but certain. "I can feel something when I look at your models. Warmth. Direction. Hope." I said nothing.

It was selfish of me to do this when someone's life was at risk but I was willing to take the second offer. "What's your offer?" I asked the next spirit. The Amazonian figure set her Eden green eyes on me as if studying me and I did the same. She was beautiful. With seraph’s ears and a pixie’s nose, anyone would kill for. I wondered what killed her. Probably this godforsaken kingdom. She blinked and her lips parted into a smile and not the sweet kind, I could feel something sinister coming.

I walked to her room and knocked on the door. “You can come in.” Ariel said and I opened the door. Ariel was standing in front of a large mirror, looking absolutely breathtaking. Her hair was even more beautiful than before. It looked a lot healthier too. She was wearing a bit of make-up and a really cute dress. It was a black halter dress with tiny straps. It covered her scar, which I knew was important to her and it hugged her body. It was short and showed off her legs. “You look so good! Your hair is gorgeous and that dress is incredible. You are incredible.” I told Ariel.

I let out a sigh, trying to dissolve the sad notion as I continued walking. My mind went back to Ariel, as the picture of her face clouded my imagination. She has a beautiful gene, with long flowing blonde hair with bright brown eyes, and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals. Not to talk of her light skin body, which complemented her slender self. She was a beauty to behold. Ever since Evelyn had died, I never felt attracted to any lady as I had towards Ariel. I had never even held a second glance, talkless of thinking about the opposite sex. But Ariel seemed to be an exception.

Ariel stared and stared out the window, at the enclave beyond, noting the laughter of the people and how easily it would be to join in their carefree laughter--if she could forget everything she had been through all these years. Admittedly, it was beautiful. The pine trees, the snow, the massive gardens with so many women and children taking walks in. She could get used to waking up everyday and being a part of all of it, but she knew deep within herself that she could never be one of them. She belonged somewhere else. She belonged to someone else and here wasn't home for her. He was home. She peered down at her gown of gossamer and the voluminous folds of the skirt she wore. It was a deep p

"Oh, fuck... Did she see all that?" ARIEL'S POV As I emerge from my car, I smooth out my MONOT one-shoulder cut-out dress, pairing it with Gianvito Rossi nappa silk strappy heels, and head straight into the gallery. I can hear the hum of excited chatter in the air as I enter, my eyes sweeping the room to take in the newly arranged collection of meticulous artwork on the walls. And there, on the stage, stands my amazing and workaholic deputy introducing the pieces to the guests.

I didn't miss how Maeron's gaze lingered on Ariel—but I did my best to ignore the instant urge to claw out his eyes and feed them to him. “Tired of my face already?” he teased as we shook hands. “I was expecting my bride, not her entire pack,” I replied, letting my gaze shift to Soraya. She gave me that cartoonish, lady-like smile... the kind meant to charm. She had the kind of beauty that would turn heads; elegant, effortless, the kind men usually chased. But that was all it was. She didn’t spark anything in me. Ariel, on the other hand stole the air from my lungs every time she walks into my space. Every breath around her always felt different... addicting, alive.