Book Aesthetics Novels & Stories

Impatiently, he kicked the hospital bed and snapped, "Stop pretending. It's just a little anesthetic. Do you need to sleep for so long? Get up. I made you get cosmetic surgery for your own good. Don't act like it's such a huge grievance." Of course, I couldn't answer him. I was dead. Livid, James lifted the sheet and kicked me off the bed and to the ground. "Stop playing dead! Have you learned your lesson or not?" The sheet covering me fell to the ground as well, revealing my ashen face. It wasn't a complexion that a living human could have. I hadn't had the chance to heal after the cosmetic surgery, so my face was still swollen and ruddy. James frowned when he saw me. "You're still so ugly.

Omotayo My back ached terribly from sitting in one position for too long. Ini had spent over three hours trying to supposedly 'bring out my beauty' as she called it but I only saw it as a waste of time since I know I'll still look great even without the excessive use of makeup. "I swear Tayo, anyone that sees you now will think you're on your way to a funeral," she tells me and I furrow my brows confused. "What am I doing wrong now?" I asked her and she responded by making me look at the mirror in front of me.

Ciara was not sure whether it was because they were carved so delicately or not, but she could see the agony of separation in them. Right in the middle, against the wall, is a long table with many stacks of paper on it, some of which have fallen to the ground. If you get closer, you will see an inkwell that has spilled and stained all the nearby white papers. Surrounding the walls are tall bookshelves that reach up to the ceiling. Besides books, there are many other miscellaneous items placed on them.

He had a penthouse suite, which I wasn't surprised by. When we got in, he excused himself to go and change and then told me where I could get some wine and where the glasses were. The penthouse was gorgeous. It had some inviting warm colours like velvets and whites and oranges. It was very tastefully curated. Probably done by a designer. Nobody had recognized when we were out because he was wearing a cap and had the hood on most of the time.

I somehow get a shape that resembles a head. But does it resemble Abe's? No. "Why is there even such a thing as art?" I ask with a frustrated sigh. "To express beauty," replies Dane. "Beauty. A word meaning to convey the coincidental encounter of a spectacle that is somewhat enticing, mesmerizing, or delightful to look at or view. A circuitous concept. Inconsistent. Subjective. Unstandardized. Incohesive," I say as I turn to look Dane in the eye. He raises an eyebrow and smirks slightly.

“You look disappointed.” Aiden’s eyes widened. Without thinking, he grabbed one of the decorative pillows from the couch and threw it at him. Alexander caught it easily with one hand, an actual faint smile breaking through this time. For the first time that day, the room felt a little less tense. The heavy weight of the wedding, the forced vows, and the public spectacle started to lift just slightly. But deep down, both of them knew one thing. Sharing a room was only the beginning. Aiden wandered further into the room, still taking everything in. The space was elegant but not overly cold, dark wood furniture, soft lighting, a seating area by the tall windows that overlooked the gardens. It w

Naomi had that proud look on her face. " Fashion design is the art of creating clothing and accessories and our brand contains it all. It involves conceptualizing ideas, sketching designs, and creating prototypes and patterns and our customers' needs. We not only create our own design but also fulfill our customer's needs and service. I hope you like our idea and are looking forward to investing in our brand. Thank you!" I finished my presentation with a grateful smile on my face. I got wonderful looks from the people present here. I couldn't help to smile genuinely, which I have never done in the past few days. My smile drops whenever I get a reminder of it.

I shook my head politely, "I'm alright thanks." "Okay then, how are you settling into the work environment? Hope there haven't been complications?" She asked and I shook my head. "Actually, the past couple of days have been nice and welcoming," I said making her chuckle. "Well our model's comfort is our number one priority here, we believe that true beauty comes from within and that can only be attained when a person is comfortable, happy, and confident," She said. "Well, you guys are sticking to that," I said. "So the designs, how do you like them?" She asked. "Well they're beautiful, each of them has this vintage aesthetic almost ancient but a little bit modernized," I said in admiration.