Blue Book Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Brielle's POV The Aston Martin Vantage is parked curbside That glossy blue paint job is pure perfection. And there’s Andrei, his lean frame propped against the car like he’s auditioning for a part in ‘The Fast and the Furious: Therapy Drift.’ His effortless charm is on full display as he lounges against the car… Why, do I feel like a gas station hotdog next to his caviar-and-dom-perignon charm? That’s right, I’m feeling like a greasy, no-frills piece of road trip sustenance compared to his gourmet level of sophistication and style. He’s the Maserati, and I’m the beat-up Honda Civic from the 90s.

The rich, suffocating scent of him—cedarwood and bourbon—filled the sealed cabin of the luxury vehicle, keeping Grace’s nervous system in a state of perpetual, hyper-alert tension. The car glided to a smooth halt before the main portico of the estate. The architecture was an imposing masterpiece of "Grounded Luxe"—a striking, brutalist blend of raw obsidian stone, massive glass panels, and heavy, dark timber accents that looked as though it had grown directly out of the rocky Canadian earth. It was ancient wealth modernized into an aggressive statement of power.

"I don't know." "Well then, change into the next one." Alex says. Aunt claps excitedly and I change into black off-shoulder gown . It has a little sparkle and has a crimson red sleeves joining with the blouse. It has a little deep neckline , but it looks flattering on me. It inhances the shape of my body. I can imagine the perfect makeup and hairstyle. I like this one. Infact love it. I show this to everyone outside. Aunt Sara's mouth is left wide open while Alex is wide eyed. Aurora is grinning . This is it. I twirl in the dress and show the back to them. It has a deep V back , ending just before the curve of my hips. They all give me their approval.

I say with a small smile, tilting my head left and right to get a better look. I see her turn to face me through the mirror “I love the color, it's like a combination between ash blond and white, and is that blue highlight?” she asks no one exactly “Wonderful” turning to the stylist behind me she “you have to give me a do like that next time, do you think it would suite me? she’s are a few shades paler than me but surely I can make it work” she narrows her eyes at me and it this point I’m totally confused, she a brunette, why would she want to color her hair?

was emblazoned in bold golden letters across the entrance. The company was a vision of elegance, of sophistication-the building painted a soft, serene blue, with accents of white that seemed to glow with a soft, ethereal light. It was a three-storey building; its façade was the perfect combination of modernity and tradition, its design a proof of the company's drive for excellence, for innovation.

Look at how far I’ve come. Adrian, on the other hand, preferred polished and mature , understated elegance that whispered wealth rather than shouted it. His cars were always immaculate but never ostentatious. He chose vehicles that felt like extensions of himself: reliable, refined, quietly powerful. Never something with his name plastered on the front like a trophy. ———————————————————————-

When their eyes met, the blonde killer gave Eugene a very attractive smile. The sunlight coming through the window reflected off his magnificent blonde hair, making it sparkle as if golden dust had been sprinkled. His unblemished white skin was like porcelain, and his handsome and beautiful features took one's breath away several times more than the memory from last night. And his blue eyes. Those deep blue eyes that seemed to pull you in just by looking at them briefly had such a clear and intense blue color that all the blue eyes Eugene had seen before seemed like rotten fish eyes in comparison.

She really didn't want to be noticing how elegant and lavish the place was but the eye eyes what it wants. Every antique and piece of furniture was designed to blend in with the theme; a rivulets of black and grey. If the colour wasn't a dark black then it was a drab grey, on all of the Möbel. It suited him, she found herself thinking and reprimanded herself immediately thereafter. She didn't know anything about the man, and it was vital that she kept her thoughts to herself where he was concerned.

De Luca's footsteps come up behind me. "It's the black car to the left". Like I could actually miss it. The car is a beautiful, jet black thing, obviously designed with the intention of displaying elegance and showing off wealth. I would never be able to afford that in 10 years. I follow him as he heads towards the car and as we approach, the doors open automatically, rising up gracefully like wings. It takes all of my pride and self control not to gawk. I go round the bonnet and settle into the plush leather seat, throwing my duffel on the back seat. "Where is your apartment, Vanessa?". He say as he turns on the ignition. Even the engine sound sleek, a barely audible him that screams money.

He had to go back to the crime scene and see if the place could jog his memory. *** Amber Banks had never seen an Aston Martin up close before, not to mention sit in one. The closest she ever got to one was when she delivered Margeret’s pastries to the convention centre the other day. Come to think of it, this model looked suspiciously like the one she had driven past. It was even the same shade. Contrary to its dark grey exterior, the interior of the car was mostly white and silver, giving it an extremely spacious feel.