Background Aesthetic Senja Novels & Stories

"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!”

Jansen leaned way back in the chair and cranked his neck hard over, he could see the sky from the office window, hazy-blue and cloudless and so smoggy. Inside, the office was small and cold. Four cubicles shared an empty common area. The carpet was sea green. There was one window, vertical, narrow and fortified with chicken wire. Jansen sat up and he glanced at the bouquet of red roses lying on his desk. It was wrapped with a luminous white leather on the sides.

"It's just a short, 25-minute ride to Sensuality." "Mr. Gary, welcome, a smiling, bare-chested, mahogany-skinned man wearing a long jungle-flower batik sarong greeted them when they arrived at Sensuality and entered the reception area. "I am Raimana, the general manager of Sensuality. My name is Tahitian for spirit of heaven. It is my pleasure to welcome you and your guests." "Thanks," Zach replied, shaking his hand. "It's nice to be here. Incredible scenery so far."