Blue Book Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Stefan asks. I shake my head no as I study the apartment. Black must be his favorite color since almost all the furniture he has is black, I find it depressing, not my taste at all. Although I must admit the place looks elegant, the furniture must be expensive and probably custom made since it all fits perfectly within the space. Aside from the luxury, what draws my attention is the fact that the place is impeccable, there’s not one thing out of place or anything that suggests someone lives here, no pictures, no personal belongings, it gives me the impression that I’m in a model house.

The next building over, there he stood, leaning against his shiny, new, silver Jaguar XK coupe. The car had plenty of automotive sex appeal. It complemented him perfectly. Not too flashy, but high class and undeniably sexy. He wore midnight blue fitted dress pants, tailored perfectly to his fit physique and an ice-blue semi-casual, buttoned shirt, which complemented his striking blue eyes. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, giving just a hint of sex appeal. His thick, dark hair was styled with a carefully undone look. His belt was understated, but with a stylish, clean rectangular silver buckle. His handsome face brightened when he saw her. The sight of him took her breath awa

She pushed the door open and they both stepped out, with Raymond following behind. Ginny's jaw dropped, staring at the view before her. Parked in the driveway was a stunning, brand-new limousine car. Its metallic blue finish shimmered under the sunlight, catching the eye with its sleek, aerodynamic lines. The car had a bold grille with chrome accents and elongated headlights that gave it a modern, assertive look. The polished rims and leather interior made it clear that this was no ordinary vehicle; it was an embodiment of luxury and style. Ginny’s eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight. "Mom…" She whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

Amelia, irritated, stomped her foot and then hurried to inspect the car's front. At first glance, the car appeared flawless. However, upon closer examination, it was like hastily sewing a patch onto expensive satin. Though the colour was similar, the difference was noticeable to anyone observing closely. High-end cars like the Range Rover required a visit to the dealership for repainting even for minor damage. The paint emitted a strong odour and exhibited colour discrepancies. This was apparent to ordinary individuals, not to mention someone like Dickson Anderson.

I roll my eyes, but it is true, I cannot ignore the fact that he takes his job seriously. The back room is a fancy word for a small room with two cars, but thankfully, one catches my eye, a small black car, sleek looking, I know I want it as I see it, like I did Aryan. “This one, give it to me.” Tim and Chris, both give me dubious looks, but it was Chris who recovered first. “Not to mean anything but this car is more student friendly…” he points at the other car in the room, it is a dark blue car, that looks like it belongs in the other room.

I almost recoiled yet my bloody body got the better of myself and I lost total control of my mind as I allowed my hand to rest on it, long enough to feel him twitch. Jeez-us, I hope that Breena didn’t notice, she seemed to be staring intently for an awfully long time at Alex. So what if he is like an Adonis with his honed and toned physique and muscles on his muscles, not to mention that perfect tan skin. Don’t even get me started on his electric blue yes, they’re like pools that draw you in.

Each of us with much to lose. Eventually, we arrived at an elegant home, painted with soft beige colours that were subtly accented with white and blue. The roof looked as if it had been freshly shingled. I couldn't help but wonder what it must cost to live in a house like this one. A modest Mercedes sat parked in the driveway, and it appeared to be relatively new, unlike the ancient but luxurious vehicle that carried us here. The whole neighbourhood seemed to ooze wealth.

I thought it was an error in the files. A tall blonde descends from a gold-trimmed red Audi. Crystalline blue eyes bored into the world around her. Tan skin, legs for days. Boredom seemed her constant companion, but even so, she radiated an air of dominance and entitlement, that made lesser heirs shrink in comparison. Her movements in stride were so fluid and mesmerising you couldn't help but be drawn in. She walked a goddess who barely graced mere mortals.

The driver moved through every turn without hesitation like a man who had made this exact journey too many times to count. I studied the inside of the car because looking at him felt dangerous. Black leather seats without a single mark on them and a small bar built into the center console with crystal glasses and amber liquor lined up neat, and the kind of vehicle that didn't need to announce itself because everything about it already said exactly what needed to be said. I counted my breaths and told myself to think.

I opened image after image, my thumb moving slowly as I admired the vehicle from every angle: the aggressive front grille, the luxurious interior, the sleek body. I skimmed through paragraphs of information I barely paid attention to— horsepower, engine options, performance packages. I didn’t care. All I cared about was that it was beautiful. Luxury. Expensive. Mine. A smile stayed glued to my face as I continued scrolling. Somewhere along the line, daylight began filtering through the windows. The darkness faded. Golden morning light slowly spread across my room. I didn’t even notice until I finally lowered my phone and looked up. By then, I had made my decision. Ash gray. That was the colo