Broken Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She sneezed twice with gobs of snot tracking over her lips. I was shocked I had ever thought she was beautiful. She looked broken and bruised now, her dress was torn and the soles of her shoes were scuffed beyond repair. But even worse was the hideous heart she held inside, one that not even all the makeup and jewels in the world could distract from.

If the Council decides to punish me for it, so be it. The decision is thoroughly liberating. I place the wicker basket on my pallet and center my breath. Repairing the wall is a piece of cake. The trick to beautifying anything, be it a dirty room, a dilapidated structure, or just about anything that’s broken, is to get the building blocks in alignment. All I do with my magic is to arrange the basic building blocks the way they are meant to be arranged. Beauty lies in symmetry, or so my tutor always told me.

I know he is trying to get under my skin, and I refuse to show him just how disturbing that image is to me. “It’s amazing what proper meals, no beating and mistreatment can do to a woman’s complexion, huh?” I ask, mocking a smile. “You however look like shit. What did you do, Bane? Starve yourself just for the fun of it? Decide to try out the hobo look? It definitely does not become you. And the name is Allison.” Bane growls, but I just cross my arms. He sounds like a kitten with a cold in comparison to Blake and some of the other Alpha’s I’ve had the pleasure to meet today, and he really does look worse for wear. His usual perfect hair and beard are long and shaggy, his body too thin and th

THIRD-PARTY POV Katarina turned slowly, and the woman standing behind her barely looked like Cyra anymore. She had healed, but the healing had been incomplete and ugly. Large chunks of flesh were missing from her face and neck, leaving deep, uneven scars that pulled her skin taut in places and left it sagging in others. One side of her jaw sat slightly lower than the other. Her left eye was cloudy, and the skin around it had the stretched, shiny look of poorly regenerated tissue. She looked botched, as if someone had tried to put her back together with pieces that no longer fit.

She walked to her drafting table and spread out a fresh sheet of paper. Her hand hovered above it. For weeks, Eclipse Royale had consumed her. Now it felt contaminated. Not because it lacked brilliance — but because it carried betrayal in its shadow. If she was going to rebuild, she could not cling to what had been stolen. She needed something new. Not evolution. Reinvention. She picked up her pencil. The first line she drew was not careful. It was sharp. Deliberate. A break in symmetry. A refusal of expectation. She paused.

"What are you doing to yourself?" "What am I doing? I’m destroying myself. My father destroyed me first; now I’m finishing the job." Raisa placed her hand on his cheek. "You aren't destroyed, Ariyan. You are broken. There’s a difference." "What’s the difference?" "A broken person can be rebuilt. A destroyed person is gone forever. You are still just broken. Come back. I will rebuild you."

The beam flickered. ERROR. INPUT DOES NOT CONFORM TO KNOWN PARAMETERS. ANALYSIS: CORRUPTION. The grey armour of its form began to pixelate at the edges. The perfect, seamless integration with the wall behind it stuttered. Lina was feeding it a narrative it couldn't process, a story of life so vibrant and untamed it was crashing its system.

My lips had a swelling in the upper corners, and small scars in the lower corners, where the strength of the blows had taken me a few teeth "all were impeccably fixed. Hair, mistreated by the frequent use of antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs, brittle and dull. And my skin... yellowish, with nuances of a grotesque, dark purple. Marked. "Not all the makeup in the world will disguise this," I murmured.

She said taking me to the standing mirror to look at myself. "You're beautiful and successful, you're an amazing person both in and out. You've accomplished a lot of things without anybody's help, and most importantly, the best future husband any woman would die to have in her life. Be grateful okay," she said so sweetly and I could see she was also feeling a bit sympathetic for me. "You better pull yourself together or you're gonna ruin your makeup, unless you wanna look like a masquerade," she said with a giggle, making a little joke to help with my emotions. And I had no choice to giggle along with her.

Just then, Brian came in with the others and we all consoled her, soon she stopped crying. "Baby I got something for you, "Brian said revealing a charm bracelet with over five charms on them. One I noticed signifies Ava and Alexis, another one was a doll with "Type 1 diabetics insulin dependent " written in a tiny font on it. And three other charms. "Do you like it? " "Yes daddy, I love it. " "Daddy got me one too, "Alexis said showing her own to her sister, it had the same charms but no inscription written on it.