Background Aesthetic Senja Novels & Stories

Placing the muffin and bagel on the bedside table, Serenia reaches over and touches her mother’s forehead carefully to feel if her temperature has gone down. To her relief, it seems her mother’s internal temperature has gone down, and her aura is coming back stronger, the dark purple glow dimming around her. This is something Serenia has realized she is the only one that can see, the aura people carry around them, and the moods they are feeling through them.

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.

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.

"I am Sena Salim, a young designer who has just started her career." She deliberately emphasized her voice when she said the word 'designer', while looking into Rossa's eyes, as if hinting to Rossa that they had met before. Just like the first time Sena saw Rossa, the woman still looked very elegant. She wore a semi-formal navy dress, making Sena guess that navy was indeed her favorite color because Rossa always wore the same color three times when they met. "Hi Sena, wow you are very beautiful huh!" Sena was a little surprised when she received a very warm welcome from Sony. A reaction Sena never expected. She thought Sony would just be cool and indifferent like the other conglomerates she

I'd walked into heaven. The atmosphere gripped me by the lapels and tugged me in, telling me this was where I belonged. The walls, the surfaces, the ceilings were allwhite. The art on the walls and the sparse furniture were, contrastingly, bright colors. A neon green, serpentine sofa sat dominantly in the middle of the room. Colors. A mixture of really bright colors everywhere. Yeppers, I was in my zone.

The specific exhaustion of someone who has been used and has survived the using and is now deciding what to do with the fact of both. "What do you do?" Aria asked. "Before this." "I was studying neural interface design," Sena said. "Second year. I wanted to build things that helped people." She finally turned and looked at Aria. Her eyes were dark and steady and carrying something complicated that she was not trying to hide. "I still do. I just have a much clearer understanding now of what helping actually requires." Jax woke then… not gradually, his usual immediate return to full consciousness. He sat up and read the room in one pass and found nothing requiring immediate action and ran a ha

He made a lot of strategical contacts thanks to that. While Cassandra was taking a shower, Selena sat before her canvas, palette in hand, a flat knife paint tool in the other as she intricately mixed the colors, scraping it lightly on the canvas. She furrowed her brow, mixing the colors with utmost care. Hansa yellow medium with quinacridone magenta to get a good burst of orange. She had to get this done by today and personally go deliver it tomorrow.

And why not? Selene possessed a beauty that was both captivating and effortless—something that couldn’t simply be measured by wealth or status. Her large, expressive eyes held a mesmerizing depth, a gaze that could command attention without effort. They were the kind of eyes that told stories—filled with emotions ranging from quiet longing to fierce determination. Under the golden glow of the afternoon sun, they gleamed with warmth, framed by long, delicate lashes that curled just enough to enhance their natural allure. Her nose, sharp yet soft, gave her an air of refined elegance, its well-defined structure adding to the symmetry of her features. It wasn’t just perfect—it was the kind of be

“Well, I prefer to let my work speak for me. There’s no need for my face to be out there.” “Damn! I never expected this was how you would look like.” Senina took a look at his powerful frame and well-toned body. While he might not spend a lot of time at the gym like Daykan, it was obvious that he did exercise. Maybe he had really good genes too. Senina said thoughtfully. “You absolutely do not look like some nerdy molecular biologist. I imagined a small, pale guy with huge glasses. I know I sound a little stereotypical but come on, you get where I’m coming from!”