Blue Book Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Zren wanted to ignore her, however, that would be rude so she still answered, "Yes, I'm here to pick up my sons." "Really?" The woman put one palm over her neck and acted as if she was amazed. "Then is this car yours?" The woman asked in concern and even touched the car's hood. The galaxy blue sports car was extremely eye-catching not only thin e exterior design but also in its unique color, it was clear that it was a customized one. Zren let out a sigh impatiently. She struggled to force a smile and tried not to answer sarcastically, "Obviously it's mine."

I don't know why I expected something more vibrant; I don't know why I permitted myself to wonder about her private life and how she might live. Because she's changing you...! She joins me in the small archway that is her makeshift porch with beguiling eyes as she notes my car on the double yellows. "That yours?" She asks, her eyes roving over my Aston Martin AMR. It is a guilty pleasure, but just last year, deciding on black on black, because why not? I appraise my car, taking a moment to feel that weird sense of pride at owning such a magnificent beast of a vehicle.

Albert left immediately. Slowly, Beth turned. Not knowing how to begin, she allowed herself the freedom to appreciate the room and its interior design. Although the upholstery was made of brown leather, she realized why it was referred to as the Blue Salon. The walls were glazed with ocean blue as the background and yellow flowery patterns over it. The rug possessed a deeper colour of the walls and the draperies shared their colours. When she focused well enough, Beth thought the walls to share the same colour as Lord Carlisle's eyes. She quickly glanced away.

He was fragile, and she didn't want anyone to interfere with his healing process. Kathy's car was also parked outside the mansion, gleaming under the bright sun. It was a sleek, black sedan, the kind that exuded power and sophistication. The car had a polished finish that shone in the sunlight, making it look like a work of art. The body was smooth and aerodynamic, with sharp, angular lines that gave it a sense of speed and agility.

“Do all the pack members just keep their cars here? Or is there some specific use for them?” Lucian raised an eyebrow. “They’re mine.” Maybe looking so dumbfounded before him was doing very little for my hard girl act, but I was trying. “Hurry up.” He sounded irritated now. “You’ve wasted enough time getting ready as it is. We don’t exactly have all day.” “Alright, alright.” I huffed before turning my focus to the cars. Eventually, one of them caught my eye. The car was a study in elegance, its deep, obsidian finish gleaming like polished glass under the streetlights. Every line was deliberate, smooth, and refined—more sculpture than machine.

I’d need to build an entire board by hand and somehow have it fit into the body of this beauty without destroying it completely. Looking at it now, it was pretty destroyed. I’d finished the engine and made sure it would run first. But before even that, I’d stripped the entirety of the interior and sanded down the exterior past the pain. The body was in great shape with only a few cracks here and there that were easily fixed. I’d already picked out LeMans Blue color for the exterior since blue was Emmett’s favorite. “Look, tomorrow you’ll leave. It will be over with before you know it and then you’ll be back. You need to stop making such a big deal about it.”

And yet, there's an undeniable undercurrent of something between us, a sort of magnetic pull that's impossible to ignore. "Mr. Blackwood, we've gone through this a dozen times," I say, my patience wearing thin. "I really believe the modern aesthetic will work best for this space." He leans back in his chair, his arms crossed, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "And I've told you, Ava, I'm looking for something more classic and elegant." I grit my teeth, struggling to keep my frustration in check. "But, the modern design will complement the architecture and layout of the space. It'll give it a fresh and sophisticated feel."

And here I was, stepping foot into the very apartment space, hundreds of other actresses would kill for. I half expected the classic white and black interior with different shades of grey. I scratched the base of my neck awkwardly as he offered us a seat, ‘He really did mean it when he said blue was his favourite colour.’ His house was decked in different shades of blue with a splash of white to mute the clash, Fluffy blue rugs, baby blue counter tables. “So,” He cleared his throat, “I heard of your predicament and honestly, it saddens me to see the extent of decadence in the industry.”

My heart was pounding against my ribs. "Something is really wrong," I said, leaning toward the windshield. We pulled up to the iron gates, which were standing wide open. Lyon slowed the truck as we cruised up the long, gravel driveway. "Wait," I murmured, my eyes narrowing. Parked directly in front of the main entrance was a sleek, midnight-blue Bentley. It was a top-of-the-line model, polished to a mirror finish, looking vastly more expensive and modern than any vehicle my father or his associates owned. It lounged in the drive like a silent, arrogant intruder.

When I walked out the front entrance of the villa, I stopped short. Alessio was waiting for me, but it wasn't his presence that made me pause - it was the car he was leaning against. It was sleek and gorgeous, a deep midnight blue that gleamed in the morning sunlight. I didn't know much about cars, but even I could tell this was something special. Something very, very expensive.