Blue Book Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Maybe she'd eaten some bad potato chips. Shame about the mental lapse, though, because Mr. Blue could probably be found under the definition of gorgeous. After all, what wasn't there to like on his six-foot-something frame with abs she could bounce quarters off? With short ebony hair that curled slightly at the tips, a tapered waist, muscled legs, bulging arms, and that club between his legs-which, shockingly enough, appeared bald-he also defined the word 'yummy'. While she contemplated his perfection, he assumed her acquiescence.

"Mike, you mentioned that you reserved a car for me. There's only one, right?" "Yeah! It's here? Doesn't it look great? Hayden said you like pink, but I think pink is too childish-looking, so we went for a silvery-pink color. It looks more silver in the distance and turns pinkish when you get closer. It's both elegant and cute; both mysterious and cheeky..." "I'm getting goosebumps now."

The EB Motors showroom was a masterpiece of minimalist design, with floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the sleek, powerful machines inside like works of art. As Carrie walked through the glass doors, the cool, scent-controlled air of the showroom greeted her. She began to wander among the cars, her eyes drawn to a stunning midnight-blue coupe with silver accents. It was a masterpiece of engineering and luxury, a car that radiated a quiet, understated power. "Can I help you with something?" a sharp, condescending voice suddenly rang out. Carrie turned to see a young salesman in a suit that was clearly more expensive than his attitude. He was looking at her with a mixture of boredom and b

She disappeared, returning a minute later with what looked like a photo album. “What’s that?” I asked. “These are some pictures of weddings that we’ve helped outfit. Take a look through there and see if you like any of those color combos.” I took the book, standing with Cynthia by my side as I thumbed through the album. “Is it weird that I like the blue and black?” I asked. Cynthia shook her head. “Absolutely not. I love it. That royal blue is stunning against the black. I like it and I could see myself in a dress like that.”

Every head turned as midnight blue McLaren 720S glided to the curb, its paint catching the city lights, the sleek aerodynamic lines cutting through the night like a moving shadow. The butterfly doors lifted upward in one smooth, elegant motion, and from inside, Ivy stepped out slowly. Her long black hair spilled over her shoulders in soft, deliberate waves, the kind that added a touch of drama to her entrance. Under the glow of the streetlights, her porcelain skin almost seemed to luminesce. She wore a cream satin blouse with a simple cut, beige trousers, and slim heels—casual on the surface, yet every detail radiated an effortless kind of luxury.

And so was creed ******* I should’ve known this was going to be the beginning of something ridiculously massive when Creed pulled up to my apartment in a brand new Aston Martin. Except plot twist it wasn’t an Aston Martin. I had know the car he drove back in chicago. Sleek. Black. Steel body that appeared as if it could slice air into two. This was not like it. Matte gray, boxy, like a stealth bomber and a Mercedes had a wild relationship. The headlights flashed in appraising judgment. It had the quiet roar of money and the whisper of power.

He turned off his weed whacker and propped it against the house. The car that greeted him in the driveway wasn't their sensible, compact economy car, but a big, ancient four door 57 Chevy Bel Air. The car, painted robin's egg blue, wasn't in the best condition. There was a lot of rust on the frame and the chrome was dull. The engine didn't sound great either, and the exhaust was loud. As he crossed the yard, he saw Danielle sitting behind the wheel. He bent down next to the open passenger side window and looked in.

"Does she know you're this much of a chicken when on amusement park rides?" "It'll be weird if I'm too perfect, don't you think?" Seb said, the upper corner of his mouth raising into a smirk. "You said it yourself. I'm tall, handsome, smart, athletic, has a great body, funny- come on, do you really need more to that list?" "You're such a show off," Alex scrunched his nose. "You're not that tall anyways." "I'm way taller than you, Blue." "You're also not that handsome."

- "It's amazing" Jean wanted something really expensive, just as he imagined his daughter would be. Blair was a splendid woman, and she deserved nothing less than a car to match. Her father also thought about the car's safety, color, and details. He had to contact many acquaintances until he had all his requirements met in one vehicle. - "Want to try?" Jean offered, and saw his daughter's smile widen. - "Yes!" The doors opened upward like butterfly wings. Blair and Jean stepped into the luxurious car, which looked even better on the inside. The black leather seats matched the dashboard, and just a few purple accents added to the charm.

*** Zane couldn’t help but roar as he paced his office in frustration. Why did he have to always be surrounded by incompetent people?? Abruptly, he paused and in three strides his long legs ate up the distance from the large window in his office to his desk, it was this window from which he used to overlook the whole kingdom so he didn’t have to walk around. The tall wide windows extend beyond the exterior and interior wall but sweep away from the wall in a graceful arch of five windows. The elegant window has more glass area but stops at about 24 inches and is finished and emphasized by a vinyl dado panel, decorated in gold and brass.