Background Aesthetic Senja Novels & Stories

Jensen got down from the car and stared at Kisa with his frightening dark eyes. Kisa bent her head uncomfortably. "Jensen, do I not look good in this?" Mia hid the darkness in her eyes and smiled seductively at Jensen, "How is it? Do you think the clothes I picked for her are much better than yours?" "She does not suit these," said Jensen while he draped a white scarf from the car over her shoulder. The color white and mauve was a pretty combination. Kisa was sexy before, but there was more then sexy now as a touch of elegance could be seen.

I saw Caius give his usual tight smile. “Alpha Caius,” she said. Her voice was strong, clear. “Alpha Aela,” Caius replied. His voice was smooth, but I could feel the edge. Caius turned his head a little. “This is Senna. Our pack healer.” Aela looked at me. Really looked. Her eyes, they were deep green, like leaves after rain. And when our eyes met, something weird happened. It was like the air got thick, or thin, or something. My breath hitched. It wasn’t a bad feeling, not really. Just a… big feeling. Like when you know something is about to happen, but you don’t know what.

"- he smiled to his thoughts. ~~~~~~ Selene greeted her friends as she sat across from them in the cafe. The first one, named Sarah, had short, tightly curly blonde hair, green eyes, pale skin, slightly covered with freckles that made much her prettier. She was of average height, but very skinny. The other girl, Jennifer, overshadowed even Sarah with her beauty. Nature endowed her with shoulder length, brown hair, turquoise eyes, and a model figure - she was tall, slim and rounded where needed. The boys passing their table looked after her in awe.

Everything here is coated in sunlight, flowers erupting from the ground, some she has never seen before and colours she never knew existed popping at her from every shrub and patch of grass. Niklas is saying something to her, but she has long stopped listening, hearing the gentle songs of the many birds in the distance and the chatter of tiny critters scurrying in the ground beneath their feet, feeling their every movement. How is that possible? Somehow, Serenia can just feel that her senses have become immensely sharper – her scent, her hearing, everything is attuned to the Earth around her, as if moving and reaching for her. She can feel the warmth of the sun wrap around her skin and penet

Lyra sat on the edge of the bed and watched Sena pour hot water into a chipped ceramic basin. The steam rose in soft curls, carrying the scent of something herbal that the young woman had left with the bread, though Lyra could not name the leaves or flowers. It smelled clean, and that was enough. "Wash yourself, Lyra," Sena said, gesturing to the basin. "You cannot face them looking like you just crawled out of a kennel."

Lara asked when she saw no driver waiting in the driver’s seat. “Yes. I’m busy, and waiting for the driver would take too long.” “Oh...” Lara stopped talking. She didn’t want to make the atmosphere uncomfortable. Seno loaded the suitcase and then opened the door for Lara. He sat in the driver’s seat and started the engine. Shortly after, their car was on the road, passing several swaying palm trees in the cool morning breeze. From the side, Seno looked handsome. His nose was slightly flat—typical of Asians—but with his tanned skin and sharp facial features, he looked attractive. His wavy hair was charming. His asymmetrical smile and way of speaking made Lara like him even more.

"You look... bright." "Thanks!" Deja said cheerfully. "I was going for 'visual warning sign.' You know, in case Dominique's allergic to bad decisions and glitter." She sauntered over to the bar setup, poured herself a generous margarita, and surveyed the room. About a dozen people from Sandersen Beach Products were scattered around, all wearing variations of expensive casual wear in earth tones. They looked like a Patagonia catalog come to life. "Miss. Moreau," said a woman with a severe gray bob, approaching her. "I'm Dr. Finch, head of product development at Sandersen. Your father speaks highly of your innovative approach to marketing."

Jennifer said with a frown. The room they were gathered in was tastefully decorated, with warm earth tones and intricate patterns, creating an atmosphere of comfort and intimacy. Soft instrumental music played in the background, filling the room with a soothing ambiance. The scent of fresh flowers added a fragrant note to the air, emphasizing the elegance of their surroundings.

JINHAI’S POV. Jeneta… I stared at the image on my phone, and the rest of the world narrowed to a single and searing point. She was breathtaking. Jeneta sat perched on a sculptural, wave-like white leather chaise, her body relaxed and at ease. The black lace lingerie clung to her beautifully, a bra that barely contained her full breasts. The matching panties sat low on her hips, accentuating the toned plane of her stomach and the gentle curve of her waist.

Sasha was loving what her eyes were festing on. The presidential suite Ethan had booked for them was nothing short of breathtaking. As they walked inside, Sasha couldn’t help but marvel at the elegance and the sheer scale of it. The suite was modern yet warm, with earthy tones and natural wood finishes that made the space feel both luxurious and inviting. Huge windows stretched across one side of the room, offering a panoramic view of the sea, where the waves gently lapped at the cliffs below.