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It was waiting. Food arrived in courses. Afsana and Liya lingered, curious, before vanishing again. I ate carefully, aware of his eyes flicking toward me between sips of wine. Never constant. Just enough to remind me that nothing I did went unseen. Finally, his voice cut through. “Tell me what else you bought.” I startled, knife clinking against porcelain. “Books.” His brow arched. “Books?” I nodded, firmer. “On color theory. Composition. Symbolism. And some novels.”

Ace explained before he grinned at me. I knew immediately that he was being absolutely sarcastic especially when he spoke about the books that lined the shelves. His collection of books related to our field of work, art, and creativity, seemed very exhaustive and included some rare books that were hard to get in hardcover as well. I stood in front of the bookshelf as I admired it. “These books are amazing. I should steal some of them sometimes…” I said with a laugh. “Please do…” he replied casually. “Which one would you recommend?” I asked.

With each book returned to its rightful place, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me, a reminder of the joy that could be found in the quiet moments spent lost in a good book. As I reached for the last book, my fingers brushed against something unexpected—a beautiful tome hidden between the others. Its cover shimmered with an ethereal glow, adorned with intricate golden filigree and embellished with symbols of ancient power. The crest on its cover depicted a majestic dragon intertwined with delicate vines, its scales gleaming in the soft light of the library. “Wow,” I muttered, brushing my fingers over the book. Intrigued by its beauty, I carefully opened the book, revealing pristine p

But what catches my eye is s a stack of books I’ve never seen before. They are in several different shades of blue, but all covered in the same material. It looks like a leather but more textured, maybe another animal hide? They have the most beautiful gold writing on them and I am just simply, drawn to them. I want to sit with them and hold them, I want to stroke the covers and open them but not just read them I want to devour the contents of these books. It’s a weird feeling. I feel as drawn to them as I do to Leo.

“I am a function of aesthetic efficiency. Your territory has become a noisy subplot. I am here to quiet it down. To make it… readable.” It gestured with its stylus. From its book, a beam of flat, white light shot out and touched our cottage wall. Where it touched, the texture of the wood—the grain, the knots, the subtle variations in color—smoothed out into a featureless, beige plane. It wasn't erased; it was genericized. This was the worst invasion yet. They weren't trying to destroy or control. They were trying to make us boring. “Over my dead, highly specific body,” I snarled, lightning crackling at my fingertips.

SCHEDULE COMPLETED AUTHOR'S NOTE Do know that, your lovely comments and constructive criticism are welcomed. And your reviews and comments are well appreciated. I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it for you. In the meantime, i hope you enjoyed my world of choices and characters that I hope you fell in love with them as they go on this quest called life. AESTHETICS A collection of wonderful photos, tagged as aesthetics has been carefully and almost perfectly created to meet both the pace and fashion of this book.

"That's what I needed. The opening line is a question. The title can't also be one." "Balance." "Structure." She handed me coffee. "You want balance. I want structure." "What's the difference?" She thought about it. "Balance is aesthetic. The structure is load-bearing." She drank. "The title has to hold the whole book." "And this one does." "This one does." She leaned against the counter. "What The House Kept. Everything Thomas left in it. Everything she brought back. Everything the place held between them across decades." "And what it kept from her."

Gavin said as his lips curved into a mischievous smile, he had given Asher the new edition which had many erotic scenes and his silly self could not wait to see the Third prince's reaction to his book. Clueless Asher could only sigh as he didn't even understand what the Fifth and Sixth prince were talking about and he couldn't keep his curiousity so he finally decided to ask. "What is an adult book? You said the book would make me an adult so why must the Third prince not see the book?" Gavin looked at Asher and clicked his tongue. "Poor little Asher still does not get the point, the book contains erotic art, do you understand now?" Asher's lips parted in disbelief. "You gave me a book fille

Immediately Jonah drops me off, few streets away from mother’s house, I smile and wave him goodbye, my bones already itching to get into the shower. The doors to my house opens on their own leading me to the very spacious sitting room, so much for being rich, my house is like an epitome of space, I don’t do well with crowded areas, the shelves on the wall are hung appropriately, each color, blend to give a modern touch, the glass chairs and table makes the sitting room look even more beautiful, and then the artificial fire place just beneath the television. I twirl round the sitting room till my butt finds the cushion. “his eyes though” I say out loud, the black boy’s eyes are so intriguing

“Someone who actually reads. Who’s been broken before and didn’t turn careful forever. Someone who… sees me. Not the version I put on dating apps. The real one. Messy and scared and all of it.” The words hung there. Vulnerable. Too much. Callum went very still. His hand moved to his jacket pocket. He pulled out the wrapped book and set it on the table between them. Sloane stared at it. Her throat felt tight. “Who was it for?” she asked, voice small. He rubbed the back of his neck. “My date. She mentioned Zaha Hadid once. I spent three days hunting this down. Essays on beauty in architecture. Stupid, right?”