Booktok Books Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

She was about to run out of breath as she looked at his suddenly approaching handsome face. She took a step back, with the glass window behind her, there was nowhere to retreat. "These books aren't mine!" She defended. "And whose are they?" "I don't know..." Jeff opened one of the books, only to see men and women naked and folded over each other. Every part of their bodies could be seen. Especially the man's penis, the picture was very harsh. "Don't you like that too?" "Yes, I just like it. What's wrong?" Kourtney decided to answer honestly.

Susan blushed, and Alexei tilted his head, curious. “Weird books? Now I’m interested.” “They’re just fiction. Suspense, mystery… Sometimes romance.” She shrugged modestly. “Romance?” He raised an eyebrow. “The sugary kind or the ones that keep you up all night reading?” She bit her lip, thoughtful. “The ones that make you think. I like imperfect characters. Relationships that are built over time. Real feelings, you know?” Alexei’s smile remained, but his eyes grew more attentive. “You don’t believe much in instant passions?”

Nothing major, just something to drive him the teeniest bit crazy. Like how she leaves books laying on the coffee table, opened and face down to mark her place, rather than using the bookmark that is tucked in between the last few pages for safe keeping. He sees the multicolored tassel hanging down and yet she persists in laying the book down to mark her place, messing with the spine of the book. And to make matters worse, all of her books are wrapped up in those colorful book covers that young school girls put on their textbooks to make them feel prettier. He can imagine that she has the holographic notebook and the scented glitter pens to match.

She asks, grinning at the rows and rows of high tastily decorated shelfs. The entire bookshop is arranged in columns and rows. Labelled and perfectly organised. It is dully lit, giving it a kind of archaic underground feel. The high shelves are arranged towards the end of the space, the ones closer to the domed entrance are shorter. And so it goes, like a deck of dominoes. I am an architect and I can appreciate the minimalist artistry of the space. It is stunning. And very luxurious. I can tell from the expensive wood and floor furnishings. The lights too.