Broken Aesthetic Novels & Stories

^^ with you gem so that I would rank higher or stand a better chance to be promoted. Was done in a braide atop whilst the rest flowed behind, her face glowing with immerse beauty that if anyone sees her would not only be shocked but Envious.. at the same time admire this beauty here. Her beauty was minimalist and nice to watch as if wanting to watch this beauty for so long... so malevolent.

Nickaulas glanced up at the midnight blue sky through his windshield. It was a pitch black new moon night. The sky appeared forlorn and darker without the moon. For the first time the beauty of the moon struck him. He still sees it as cold and ugly but now he had also started to see it differently all because of her. It is beautiful in the way it embraces the night without any qualm and lights it up with its soft light. She was just like moon in his life the only diiference being she wasn't cold and ugly in fact, she was the most beautiful and warmest soul he knew. His life would also become forlorn and barren just like the night without her presence in it. She was his moon and he was her ni

"But you have the marrow now. You feel it, don't you? The pain?" "Yes," she whimpered. "That’s the design flaw," I said, looking up at Beatrice Vance and the twelve directors. "You wanted a masterpiece that didn't feel the fray, Beatrice. But you forgot that the fray is the only thing that makes the hardware solid." The Broken Lease I didn't use the network to strike. I used the mortal woman in the sand. With a final, desperate surge of my own human strength, I dragged the simulation's hand—the one carrying the integrated, melted tungsten ring—and slammed it directly into the side of the mechanical elevator platform.

And he was able to see past the barrier of flesh and peer into bones, sinew and veins. “It didn’t heal,” Abe smirked silently to himself. For his eyes saw that though Breaker said he was fine, he wasn’t completely fine. The pill was an effective one. For it dulled Breaker’s pain greatly and provided something like a graft over the broken ribs to hold them together. Although the bones were being mended, the process wasn’t as fast as Breaker made Rage believe. The muscles around the area weren’t in the best shape either. They were torn and punctured in many areas, and though they were healing faster than the bones were, it was going to take several hours before any major progress would be made

I’m going to teach him good manners sometime. I asked Cassandra not to put much powder on my face cause I might look like a corpse. She used crushed berries to redden my lips and tinted my cheeks. I’m not actually a fan of makeup. A slight pigment would be good enough as long as I don’t look pale. They gave me the elliptical mirror to check my makeup, but my grip loosened when the glass window was shattered before us. The broken pieces scattered all over the carpet, and when we looked at the invader, we all trembled in fear.

Chapter 24. Analyzing and Realization. Denzel went upstairs to bring Cyrus for lunch. He knew Cyrus would be upset and as expected he was. Not only mentally but he was physically stressed too. Bone Marrow transplant surgery was a hell complicated. It was just because he was an adult, he recovered the post-surgery stress quickly. But those frequent moves, mental stress. All shouting yelling, it put him back to square one. Denzel opened the door of the room to see Bright working on his mid back, where it was strained most. And Win bandaging his hand.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

But before he could touch it, a sickening crack echoed through the chamber. The crane didn't just break; it disintegrated. The wings sheared off, and the body of the bird crumbled into jagged, dull shards. A second ago, Bria had been the jewel of the Ridge. Now, as the masterpiece turned to dust, her face paled to a ghostly white. The guests began to murmur. Was it a curse? Or a fraud?

The glass bottle slipped from her fingers and shattered on the marble floor. "No... no no no... this can't be happening!" The face in the mirror was not hers. It was grotesque version. Her once flawless, dewy skin was sallow and blotchy, stretched tight over sharp cheekbones. Dark, bruise-like circles hung under her dull eyes. Her lustrous brunette hair hung in limp, greasy strands. The delicate curve of her jaw seemed… coarser. It was as if the very essence of her beauty was draining away, leaving behind a rough, sickly shell. The woman who used to turn heads with a single smile now looked like death itself. She looked... ugly. Old. Sick.

"Understood, boss. We'll handle it." I leaned against the balcony railing, my eyes fixed on the bustling activity below and contemplating my next move. Another one of my men entered the room, dragging a figure behind him. The man, bloodied and bruised, looked like a broken shell of his former self, his face swollen and contorted in pain. I studied him with a mixture of disdain and curiosity, noting the cuts and bruises that marred his once-smooth skin. This was a man who had seen better days, a man who had crossed the wrong person and paid the ultimate price for his folly.