Book Aesthetic Pic Novels & Stories

I decided to break the silence. “The city is beautiful.”. I said calmly. It really was. Especially since I hadn't seen it in months. It used to look so ordinary to me, now it felt like a breath of fresh air. I guess you really don't know the worth of something till you lose it. “Yes, it really is.”. He said calmly. I always wondered how and why he kept such a stoic expression. I had to admit though, it did make him look more attractive. I had to come to terms with the fact that despite his previous actions, this man was drop dead gorgeous! I really couldn't keep denying it.

Ace explained. I could tell from the outline that the image printed on the paper showed the exact same room that we were looking at. The minimal decoration highlighted with some colors added life and creativity to the space. I couldn’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t want to work in a space like that, especially if they worked on the creative side of things. “Wow! This looks amazing. I can actually picture that being here,” I replied honestly.

Toby replied, gesturing to her to follow him whilst he showed her all his still live photography, landscapes and portrait. The photographs looked so real. So eye-catching that if hung up in a museum, one'd have to pay a buckload to get just a glimpse of it. That was how charming it was. How aesthetic. "I love them." She said, gazing at the photographs over and over. Eyes filled with adoration. "It's impossible to not love them." Toby teased with a knowing smirk. She spared him a glance, curling her lips into a scoff. "Didn't know you're quite the egotistical one."

, he had explained. " It's nice, " I told him. He grabbed my hand and walked us inside. It was cozy , all though very minimalist , it had a lot of Adrian's personality in it. It actually made me laugh , there was some art on the walls and there were paintings of naked bodies in sexual positions. No faces, just the bodies of people in sexual positions. I looked at Adrian and he was rubbing the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. " It's a guilty pleasure, the raw beauty of passion in art , even without the faces you can see, with the hands positioned in certain places. How the back arches? The body can't lie " he explains.

But I reluctantly put it back, unwilling to splurge until I had a steady income. Christine was getting her hair done, and we were meeting her for tea at three. With half an hour to spare, we strolled through the mall, commenting on window displays. A mounted photo in an art gallery caught my eye. It was a magnificent image of a wolf standing in a forest, framed in natural wood and a deep burgundy mat that accentuated the blues and greys of the picture. "This is beautiful," I said to my friends. They nudged each other and giggled. "What? Don't you like it?"

Positioned at each corner were two inviting blue armchairs, accompanied by small, round rosewood tables. I noticed two framed pictures on the principal's desk, presumably of her family. In the first photo, a baby boy and girl sat in a basket. The second picture portrayed a family of four at the beach: an adult man and woman, along with teenage versions of the babies from the other photo. All of them possessed stunning features, with beautiful russet, reddish-brown skin, and captivating hazel eyes. The teens looked to be around my age. The girl in the picture was effortlessly flawless, possessing a beauty that could make people envious. She sported a purple bikini that accentuated her perfect

"How do you want it, Ms. Madison?" Eva's eyes were saddened when she heard the make-up artist address her with that. She knew she was already used to people calling her 'Mrs. Volkov' and somewhere in her heart she liked it. Shaking her thoughts aside, she focused on the woman and gave her a small smile before answering. "I want a natural look." She responded. "Sure! You are already beautiful, naturally, so we don't need to add more efforts regarding that." Eva smiled softly after hearing the girl.

He just wanted to teach Aiden a lesson. Upon reaching the gallery’s entrance, Philip only knew how stylish the gallery was. It was not flashy but luxurious and had a depth to it. The whole structure was designed by line patterns with monochrome as the main color. It looked extremely elegant and stylish. On both sides of the door was a small gallery paved with monochrome cobblestones, giving it a simplistic Western beauty.

I looked at it and smiled when I saw his picture. "He's very handsome. A few strands of his blonde hair fell on his face. He has captivating light brown eyes, and his skin is so flawless that you can't see any purse. His lips are thin and pink, so soft just by looking at them, and he has a piercing on his ears, two on the right and one on the left. He has a very charismatic feature and is very appealing. Sighed, I hope he won't kill me if ever we cross paths again.