Blue Book Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Casual, yet sophisticated, there was a certain charm and grace, a dignified and authoritative repose, aesthetic beauty that she couldn't deny. He had a lovely sweeping head of black hair. But honestly, I preferred it when he wore it platinum blonde. It made him look far more distinguished than Blake. The long build of his face accented the high cheekbones, giving them an exaggerated blush of coloring. The fine lines contouring his mouth held a hint of a smile that was carefully controlled by his true expression. I felt something mystical in that face that I never saw in his stupid, nonsensical brother, and it couldn't be easily expressed with words.

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.

“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.

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.

I didn’t correct him. We looked at samples for longer than I expected. I’d thought I’d know immediately, the way I’d known the red dress, but the colors kept doing something different depending on how the light in the shop hit them. A yellow that looked warm near the window looked anxious near the back wall. A soft white that seemed safe at first glance looked cold when I held it against the pale blue samples beside it. Jamie picked things up and held them next to each other without speaking. He’d always had a precise aesthetic sense — the penthouse was proof of that, everything chosen to project a specific version of control and success. But today he wasn’t projecting anything. He was just

I breath, shuffling through the door. There seems to be one of every kind of car in here. There are Camaros, Impalas, Bentleys and Mustangs. My eyes travel over all the different cars. I gasp when I see the 1967 Black Chevy Impala sitting in the corner. My dream car. "Oh my goddess, it's so beautiful." I mumble, walking towards it. I take in the sleek black shine of the hood and the seats that look beyond comfortable. I turn back and look at Alex with wide eyes. He is leaning against the wall, with raised eyebrows and a hint of a smile on his face.