Book Quote Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The warm sunlight bathed the space, making the moment feel golden and timeless. “Interpretive design, huh?” she said, tilting her head and giving me a mock-serious look. “Well, I’ll give you points for creativity, but I think I’ll stick with elegance.” “Suit yourself,” I replied, dipping my brush into a vibrant blue paint. “But you know, if you keep making those designs, everyone will buy yours, and I’ll feel inadequate as a CEO.” Aria smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. “Maybe that’s the plan. Stealing the spotlight one hand-painted bottle at a time.”

Lucas hurriedly clarified, "I'm too ugly. I'm afraid people will be scared of me if I go out." "It's alright. It's not that scary," Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at him, "Isn't it much better after you applied ointment to it for some time already? Your face is quite aesthetically pleasing to look at after some time." Lucas was so speechless he remained silent. Did she have any misunderstandings about the term 'aesthetically pleasing'?

I just smiled and then nodded. "Jaden is sweet" Beatrix suddenly said and sat down so I also sit down. "Yeah, he really is" I smiled "He always talks about you and now I can see why" she laughed. "Uhh?" Awkwardly said by me. "Not in a bad way tho. I mean no wonder why he is talking so much about you. You're so beautiful. Naturally" she explained then genuinely smiled at me "Is your hair that red? And your eyes. Are those contact lenses?"

"Oh, gods. Kaelen is going to pay for this." "He said women enjoy the discussion of aesthetic botanicals," Astance muttered, sounding genuinely wounded. He sat back, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "I am trying, Marie. It is... exceptionally difficult to be pleasant when my instinct is to simply bar the door and ensure no one bothers you for the next decade." Internal Monologue (Marie): He’s staring at me again. He’s doing that thing where he thinks he’s being soulful, but he actually looks like he’s calculating how many seconds it would take to snap my neck if I were an assassin. Say something. Anything.

“I will burn your world down if it’s the last thing I fucking do.” The silence that followed was heavy enough to crush. Aiden didn't snap. He didn't hit me. Instead, his eyes darkened with a look that made my skin prickle — an intense, disturbing fascination. “You’re really beautiful,” he murmured, his voice dropping into something poetic and terrifying. “Do you have any idea? You’re an artwork, Iris. The kind painters ruin their lives trying to capture. That curve of your jaw... the sheer, stupid defiance in your eyes. It’s intoxicating.”

It was mine. Alyssa slowly flipped open her packet, pretending to be unimpressed. “And what exactly do you think Weston wants to desire?” she asked smoothly. “You’ve been away for years. Surely you’ve forgotten that people here don’t care about philosophy or art. They want status. Visibility. They want to be envied.” I tapped a section of the packet and met her gaze directly. “That’s exactly what we’re giving them. This collection isn’t about blending in. It’s about presence. Clean lines. Strong shapes. Colors that bite. Textures that whisper. Everything about it screams confidence.”

Nude yet pinkish. “Thanks... I buy this dress in the nearby store. I’m glad you like it.” I look at her formal yet sophisticated dress. It’s fitted on her waist and she’s looking gorgeous with it even if it was not too revealing. “I’m not referring to your dress... I’m reffering to you. You look absolutely gorgeous.” Again, I made her blushed. I love it when she did that because of me. I love the way she smile because of some things that I did. Like complementing her out of nowhere a couple of times.

Marina was waiting inside when I arrived, a woman in her fifties with silver hair and impeccable style. "Claire!" she greeted, kissing both my cheeks in that effortless way some people had. "Come, let me show you what I'm thinking." She led me through the boutique, pointing to an entire wall near the front window. "Your collection here," she said. "Prime visibility, everyone who walks past will see it." I looked at the space, imagining my designs displayed there, imagining strangers stopping to look. "It's perfect," I said honestly. "I think so too," Marina agreed. "The aesthetic fits beautifully with our brand, strong, sophisticated, unapologetic."

“ 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

he said softly, "to explain why I shouldn't burn every inch of this to the ground." I set down my glass and stood, bringing us nose-to-nose. "Because you're bored of your own aesthetic prison." Reaching up, I adjusted his already-perfect tie. "That red makes your eyes look like storm clouds over a battlefield." His jaw twitched. "The sculpture is offensive." "It's a Banksy-meets-Calder homage. Offensive is the point." "And this" He whirled toward “Winter's End”, hand raised as if to rip the canvas from the wall.