Blue Book Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I paid the old man an extra chunk of change, liking the style and the speed at which the man worked. Now which car will it take? I pulled back into my lair now that I had the suit, eying the cars I had. Maybe the Aston? Or is that too presumptuous? I wanted to blend into the crowd that was going to this event, not stand out more than any other wolf. Aha. The Bentley will do. I went over to my S2 black four door Bentley, making sure it was gassed up and ready, sighing and running my hand over the back of my head. There. Everything’s set.

I wasn't sure how Kieran would see me. “Are you sure this is pretty?” I asked for the umpteenth time. “He'd die over you in casual clothes. He might cease to exist when he sees you like this,” Blue said, and I smiled. We left the room. I walked down the stairs, breathing hard, and feeling absolutely nervous… Kieran stood outside the car, his back turned to me as he admired the sleek Lamborghini. The glossy black finish reflected the glow of the lights on it. But it wasn't the car I was focused on, it was him.

“You’re acting like the club personally offended you.” “It did.” I click my car open and head straight for it. My baby. A sleek midnight-black Mercedes-Benz AMG, low and predatory, chrome accents catching the streetlights. The interior glows softly when I open the door—cream leather seats, polished dashboard, everything clean, expensive, controlled. The kind of car that doesn’t ask for attention but takes it anyway. Stephanie whistles despite herself. “Always sexy,” she mutters, sliding into the passenger seat. I get in, slam the door, and start the engine. The purr is smooth. Familiar. Comforting.

“You’re acting like the club personally offended you.” “It did.” I click my car open and head straight for it. My baby. A sleek midnight-black Mercedes-Benz AMG, low and predatory, chrome accents catching the streetlights. The interior glows softly when I open the door—cream leather seats, polished dashboard, everything clean, expensive, controlled. The kind of car that doesn’t ask for attention but takes it anyway. Stephanie whistles despite herself. “Always sexy,” she mutters, sliding into the passenger seat. I get in, slam the door, and start the engine. The purr is smooth. Familiar. Comforting.

My brother actually looked impressed and I hated that he had a legitimate reason to be impressed, hated that Olive's talent was something he could appreciate and comment on. "For Cole Maddox," she continued, showing crimson with black details, "the focus is on intensity and competitive drive. The design represents passion and determination while maintaining sophistication." She kept her voice completely professional when talking about Cole but I noticed the slight tension in her shoulders, noticed that she was working hard to maintain composure. "For Zane Mercer," she said, and I watched her carefully as she showed my design—deep charcoal with electric blue accents, aggressive and powerful,

Even though Blue had been a welcome diversion, he was still upset with CASA. He turned to her, "Can I buy you another drink, Blue?" She still had a little bit of a dazed appearance after his kiss, but she brushed it off and smiled at him. It was like receiving a kick to the stomach. Blue was beautiful. A few freckles scattered over her nose, alabaster complexion to complement her golden red hair, a cupid's bow lips painted scarlet, big chocolate brown eyes shot through with gold, long lashes, and elegant eyebrows. If the freckles extended lower, he questioned.

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.

Off to the right-hand side, there was a small, grassy picnic area with some nice chairs, a table, and even a little fire pit on legs. After he looked around for a moment and took in the area, it caught his eye. Wow, she was gorgeous. Tony was jealous. Was this what Ethan had wanted to show him? He assumed so, as he walked up to him with a key in his hand for an absolutely beautiful 'Oh shit, that's blue!' royal metallic blue, freshly restored, 1974 Camaro. The way the rays of sunlight glinted off of her spectacular rims and awesome metallic finish made him almost drool. A car of such caliber could not have been cheap. Ethan really did have his shit together, didn't he? It lifted his spirits

They gleamed under the bay lighting like something that belonged in a museum rather than a parking structure. I stood there and looked at them, counting out the colors. Green. Red. White. Black. Champagne. Midnight blue. Orange. Silver. Burgundy. Pearl. "Ugh… Mrs. Blackwood?" Blaire's voice came from somewhere behind me. I walked slowly along the row. My hand reached out and touched the hood of the green one. The paint was cool and smooth and absolutely gorgeous. A sarcastic laugh came out of me. "He bought ten cars," I said, to nobody in particular.

"And if I don't want her as much but I tolerate her because she reminds me of my ex, how do you think I feel about you? Someone, I am completely unfamiliar with who is acting overprotective over me?" A small amused laugh escaped my lips and in that moment i really looked at him and drank in all his unique features. He had jet black hair that was gelled back. The sides were shaved off. His icy blue eyes were drilling holes into me but I was nonplussed probably because of the liquor. He seemed tan and had a tattoos that snaked up his arms and tried to inch up his throat. He was wearing all black as well, a cotton black t-shirt and cargo pants as well as white Jordans.