Blue Book Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"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.

Its sleek and elegant exterior boasted a glossy pearl-white finish, shimmering under the sunlight as if it were adorned with diamonds. The body of the car was curvaceous yet refined, exuding grace and sophistication with every contour. The signature Bentley emblem, a symbol of opulence and luxury, gleamed proudly on the front grille. The sleek LED headlights, framed with delicate chrome accents, added a touch of modernity to the classic design. The sparkling alloy wheels, specially designed for this model, seemed to dance as they turned, catching the attention of anyone who beheld them.

He was wearing a midnight blue suit that accentuated his blue eyes and made them shine darkly, the suit clung to his body and I could see the black shirt he wore inside was opened in the first two buttons. His black hair was styled in a slick manner, it made him look dangerously handsome. Like the kind of attractive you weren't sure it was real at all. The kind you read about in books where you felt the writer was trying to paint a human something divine. He looked that good, that impossible kind of good looking. I let my eyes roam and search his face, his lips were slightly open too, matching mine. I could hear a small growl coming from them, his nose stood high and mighty as always, and hi

“Victoria, I can picture back in your day, you would be a sought-after gem in the corporate world. In your hands right now is the brochure for our navy-blue Mercedes AMG SL43 convertible. I believe that should be able to match your image.” “The twins, Henry and Holly, am I right? Trust me, you do not want to share one car. So, a couple of the latest BMW i3 electric hatchbacks should be right up both your alleys. Since both of you came here wearing metallic silver and fluorescent bronze respectively, then that’s the colour for both your cars.”

One that cost a fortune to live in due to the serenity, security and beauty. The car at the entrance was an imposing vehicle—matte black with clean, sharp lines. It was a customized luxury SUV, built with reinforced steel and layered glass, nearly impervious to bullets and even designed to withstand small explosive blasts. The blue bow tie on the hood seemed almost out of place on such a fmmachine, but it added a touch of warmth to the otherwise intimidating presence. The car felt cool under his palm, a fortress on wheels, and as Brandon ran his hand along the smooth surface, he felt a familiar ache rise in his chest. "Ethan got this for me?" he whispered, his voice about to break down as he

Roxy sits on the couch and starts scrolling through her texts. I stand at the main entrance of our campus waiting for him and he arrives on time. His car is a matte black Audi S8 with really cool rims and tinted windows, lastly a customized number plate written 'BLAKE' in bold letters. Classy, but I like Scott's car more. Rich kid alert! He opens the door for me and I enter with no hesitation. Leather seats, nice and comfy. Inside the car is a sweet citrus smell. I notice the console is slightly different from Scott's.

And he wished she’d stare at him again so he could complete his fantasy where stared up from beneath him, wrapped around him so completely. "I must say, you’re just as beautiful as your father said you were,” In all honesty, Blue almost laughed... but then again, she almost vomited, also. Perhaps if he was slightly more attractive than he was, or even slightly younger, she would have accepted the advance. Instead, he was cute for a father of three and young for a high-ranking banker (neither of which he was)—but still not quite cute enough.

Just as I’m starting to wonder if he stood me up, a deafening, guttural grumble of an engine echoes down the street. A sleek, metallic-blue Aston Martin convertible roars up and stops right in front of the main lobby doors. A tall, blonde man steps out of the driver's seat. He is dressed impeccably in a pair of tailored navy slacks, a crisp white button-down, and a fitted blazer that highlights his perfectly toned torso. He looks like he spends half his life in a gym and the other half on a yacht. He strolls through the revolving doors with a casual, devastatingly confident swagger. As he steps into the lobby, he pulls off his expensive designer sunglasses, revealing bright, piercing blue ey

Black's attention. With his meticulously groomed, dark hair, glowing olive skin, thick brows crowning striking blue eyes, and a jawline as sharp as a sculpture's chisel, Eric Black was a man designed to stir desire. His full lips, ever-curved in a confident smirk, held an unspoken promise of indulgence and satisfaction.

The ribbon completely came off and I opened my eyes, only for my mouth to fall open in a silent gasp. It was a glistening, slick and exotic luxury car with an ethereal white coat with silver undertones. The winged doors were high up and open, flaunting the spotless silver leather interior. It was motherfucking beautiful.