Blue Book Aesthetic Novels & Stories

at least her door step. "Yes, we've her boss"The girl froze when the person in the car spoke, she thought of following him them to find out what they were really planning on doing but a last thought of her mother made her close her eyes again, her mouth moving in great speed as she chant a spell and in a swift moment she was home,curled up on her blue couch. Her room was interior were all in blue,starting from her beryl blue armchairs,baby blue bed head board,her nice blue soft teddies,her Casey blue blanket,her midnight blue wardrobe everything was all blue and gorgeous.

"Okay, I want something beautiful, that catches the eye immediately, but that isn't to in your face." I say and they all nod their heads, thinking about what I said. “What about dark blues, maybe some light blues inbetween with silver accents?” Asher’s mother suggests and my mother nods her head with a smile. “I like it. Moonlight tones.” She says, I open my mouth to speak but Anna beats me to it. “I like it, but no pastels, just the dark blue with silver.” She says and I nod my head. “Thank you, I was thinking the same.”

“Shit. This is nice.” “And hella expensive,” Rick added. “That paint job,” Mason purred. The paint job was slick. I’d give him that. The pearlescent fade between a glittering black and dazzling sapphire blue made for a show stopping vehicle. It was the sort of car you couldn’t drive through the city without drawing the eyes of every man, woman and child on the sidewalk. The cops would fucking hate this thing. The power was unreal and the sound that was sure to come out of it would shake eardrums.

Unlike the bright, overwhelming main showroom, this area was quiet, filled with soft ambient music and lined with beautifully lit bays. "Take your time," Maxwell said to Hazel, leaning casually against a stone pillar and checking his watch. "We aren't in a rush." Hazel walked slowly between the rows of vehicles, her eyes wide as she took in the details. Up close, these cars didn't even look real. She stopped in front of a sleek, mid-sized luxury sedan finished in a deep black. It had a sharp, aggressive front grille but maintained an incredibly elegant, low-profile silhouette. She stepped closer, peering through the flawless window at the interior. The seats were wrapped in flawless cream-co

"Sofia, you are marrying the most powerful being alive in a castle-mansion in front of an entire pack that is divided about whether you should exist. Everything about this is dramatic." I looked at her. "The blue," she said firmly. Lilly, from the window seat, held up her notebook: The blue. Kara is right. "You're supposed to be objective," I told her. She wrote: I am being objective. The blue is objectively the best. I looked at the fabric. Deep midnight blue, the colour of the sky at the moment just before full dark, with a quality to it that caught the light differently depending on how you moved. It was, objectively, the best.

If I remembered correctly, he was fifty-nine this year and still not fully mature. His hair wasn’t as vividly colored as in the publications; instead, it was a pale gold that almost faded into silver. His eyes, however, were exactly as the legends described—an utterly unique violet-blue, unmatched anywhere in the world. And his build… seemed taller than depicted in books, even half a head taller than Frey. I had always believed a man’s appearance didn’t matter much. Objectively speaking, though, Blu was undeniably handsome. Few men possessed that kind of presence—where at first glance, every proportion of face and body seemed perfectly balanced, creating an almost overwhelming visual impact.

Just as dark as the outside the interior design was just as black. Geez is this man a CEO or part of the mafia? Seeing her panicked look Alec again could not help but smirk in amusement. Clearing his throat he tried to reassure her that she was in no danger. "Mr Acres has a liking towards dark colours. He finds them soothing and much easier to work with. Not to mention they go well with his style." Yes, maybe black, purple and red were his aesthetic or just the common style for mafia groups but ey, what do I know?

I smiled and walked beside him as we headed to the mall's parking lot. As we reached the parking lot, some lampposts were illuminating the cars, allowing me to see them to some extent. Christopher took out his keys and deactivated the alarm on a car. When I turned to look at the car, I couldn't help but be amazed. It was a beautiful navy blue BMW. I approached the car and touched it with my fingertips, lost in admiration for how beautiful it was. I loved cars like that, so elegant and sporty at the same time.

He smiled softly, but he remained silent. “I can’t wait to see it. It must be so gorgeous,” I told him honestly. “I took some pictures of it, wanna see?” He offered, and I nodded quickly. He got up to fetch his pants, and we went through his phone together. His Bugatti Veyron Super Sport was in classic black, aggressive design and a low-slung body. It was sleek, not too flashy, and had massive air takes. It was so gorgeous, that my breath caught in my throat.

Saying it was stunning would be an understatement. The opulent black car Gage gestured towards wasn't simply a luxury vehicle; it was a statement piece on four wheels. It gleamed under the afternoon sun, its paint job a flawless obsidian that seemed to drink in the light. The sleek lines of the car hinted at its power, the curves subtle yet undeniably sexy. It was a high-end sports car, the kind that belonged in a high-octane chase scene or parked outside a swanky gala. The brand badge on the hood, a trio of rearing horses, confirmed my suspicions – it was a SUV. The model, I couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it exuded an air of sophistication that made my beat-up Honda Civic look like