Blue Book Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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.

Like time didn’t exist down here. “I don’t know if I should be impressed or deeply concerned,” I muttered. Ash strolled past the cars, running his fingers along their bodies like greeting old friends. “A small collection for boring trips.” “Small?” Even the Gray family didn’t have this many. He gave me a slow smile. “Pick one.” I wandered down the aisle like I was choosing a dress for a gala, fingertips brushing glossy surfaces. Eventually, I stopped in front of an elegant black car with deep blue metallic accents and a futuristic design.

“Yes, ma’am.” At 3:32 a.m. a Raymond Tensley Azure Blue Sky car pulled up into the driveway. The top part of the car was covered in a blue cloud design. A chrome strip swooshed across the sides of the vehicle. The front and back fenders were white and the main body was blue. Everything else was in chrome. This was Annes pride and joy. She loved fancy cars and she loved showing them off.

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.

“Your style’s great. Seriously. You add something. Like—texture. A counterpoint.” “Yeah,” Thomas chimed in. “You’re not a copy of us. You’re your own thing. That’s what makes it work.” Blue blinked a few times, like she wasn’t sure if we were serious or just being nice. Then she smiled. That soft kind that starts slow and takes over her whole face. And maybe it was the whiskey, or the way her freckles caught the firelight, but damn—I wanted to see that smile again. As many times as I could.