Book Aesthetics Novels & Stories

”For the final product, the creative team polished it first so it will be more proper for the customer. I wasn’t a big fan of beauty products, afterall. It didn’t mean that I hate it, I just didn’t use it that often. I learned from school that when designing something, it’s alright to focus on the aesthetic part of it. But to sell it, there are certain aspects to be considered. “Do you think I can use all of these as evidence?”

He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

Amaya felt uneasy back at the library. Something wasn't right and she could feel it. She was so unrelaxed and everything wasn't feeling normal. She had come to the library to study for her fast approaching exams and everything was going on smoothly until now. Her left pinky finger had began shaking on it's own,a sign she had always had since she was a kid when things were about to or were already going wrong. She tried to focus back on her studying again,but couldn't. She suddenly felt restless.

He was older, always wore the same tweed jacket, and spoke with the kind of voice that made you listen without realizing you were paying attention. This wasn’t a core class. It was an elective—“Brand Aesthetics and Identity.” Half marketing, half art theory. I chose it because it sounded pretty. And because it had nothing to do with balance sheets and supply chains. I leaned forward slightly, my chin resting on my hand as he spoke. His words floated across the room like something soft and sharp at the same time. He talked about beauty—not just in the classic sense, but the kind that made you feel something. The kind that wasn’t always clean or pure or polite.

“Under those corporate parameters, are there specific stylistic vectors your tongue wants my hand to steer his choices toward?” I seized the tactical opening instantly. “Yes. Absolute confirmation. Nothing that translates to a low-tier mate trap. Zero threads that imply a brainless bimbo aesthetic. My image requires an architecture that registers as highly intelligent, yet entirely sharp. Dominant. Historic. Symmetrical cleavage represents a viable asset, but nothing that evokes the visual data of a primitive breeding den pin-up.” “The metrics are logged. My hands will manipulate what we can behind the veil.”

“ I’m Aesthetic, but you can call me Thea sir. “ She said and smiled. As she observed the man who’s wearing a white suit, she noticed how good-looking he is. From his brown hair down to his black eyebrows. His unique shallow eyes that looks so interesting to stare. His well shaped jaws and the bridge of his nose, as well as his sexy lips that seems so tempting. He's also tall and masculine like Ace. This man! This man's presence is so captivating, like he would lock her up from his seductive world. “ Aesthetic means an art. “ The guy whispered right into her face. She watched how his lips curved a sweet smile. “ Your name suits you well lady. “ He added with a low voice. Thea began to observ

"Though I imagine that was part of your calculation, Alexander. Aesthetics always factor into your decisions." The observation was characteristic of her direct approach, neither accusation nor compliment but statement delivered with clinical precision. To my surprise, Isabella laughed, the sound rich and genuine in a way that transformed her already beautiful face into something luminous. "The aesthetics were definitely considered," she agreed, taking a sip of wine while maintaining eye contact with Rebecca over the rim of her glass. "Though I suspect your brother didn't anticipate some of the particular... visual effects... of our arrangement." The subtle emphasis on "visual effects" creat

“Because you kept on falling asleep on your classes?” Jin tried so hard not to nudge his uncle at that. Luckily, Sir Ainsworth didn’t seem to hear. “Baroque is the style of… well, excessive ornamentation, dramatization and, as I would say, unnecessary self-indulgence,” Sir Ainsworth answered, sparing a disdainful glance at the overall décor, his nose wrinkling, as though the place was personally offending him, “I always thought that all that had to be done was to peel the paper off and one would see the mold and decay underneath… like the inside of a rotting fruit.”

‘I did not say I wanted to do that. ‘You didn’t say you didn’t want to either though. Imagine how good he would look, and taste with chocolate sauce dripping off that handsome hunk of a body.’ She teased, and I suddenly felt myself getting all hot and bothered. Trying so hard to think of anything other than the images Akira was trying to put within my mind. The thing was, the images were far too appealing. And I quite liked the idea of licking chocolate sauce off him now Akira had mentioned it... “You okay Bailey?” Asher asked. “You look a little flushed.”

In the middle is a gold and blue vase filled with cream roses. At six places there are blue and cream china plates with gold trimming on the edges. The utensils are gold and the drinks are served in clear glass goblets, with a gold accent. Bella is in love with the color scheme of the room as she looks around in wonder. “It is so beautiful in here!” She looks up at the ceiling and sucks in a surprised breath. “Oh my God!” Above her head is a dark wooden coffered ceiling. In the middle of each panel is a carved scene, of what appears to be wolves. In some panels, there are carved scenes of large wolves fighting. In other panels, the wolves appear to be snuggling into each other.