Clueless Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but think of what i had thought were friendly touches were touches between lovers. I didn't buy the once bullshit. A girl that pretty I had thought to myself how could he resist? But alas the truth had finally come out. The truth has a way of rearing its ugly head especially when it’s unwanted. Blissful ignorance had been my mode of living for a long time and now to come face to face with the truth I could barely breathe. I got up and stood at the full body mirror that wans positioned in his living room. I couldn't help but stare at my reflection, I had been hollow for a while and now I think I was just empty. My self-esteem was relativly good but in that moment it dissipated

Heat rose to her neck. “I meant creatively,” she said quickly. “Surviving creative burnout.” A tense silence followed. The kind designed to make people unravel. The man on the right flipped through her portfolio. “Your aesthetic is darker than we’re used to. But compelling. There’s a sense of edge… control.” “I think luxury is about tension,” Aria said. “Desire without safety. Wanting what you shouldn’t have.” The woman narrowed her eyes, but didn’t disagree. “Mr. Vale will want to approve any final shortlist,” she said.

"I beg to differ." A red suit? A floral shirt? Did this woman take him for a peacock? He briefly suspected she was retaliating for his "narcissism" earlier. Usually, her aesthetic was refined and elegant—where had this sudden burst of flamboyant "pimp" energy come from? Chloe remained unshakably confident. "You’ll see how good it looks once it's on."

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.”

“ 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

Sure, Clara had been impressed by the luxurious decorations and arrangements of the club which she'd noticed upon stepping into it, but she had been more withdrawn into herself, lost in the sorrows she'd tried to mask in impulsively-bought designers' short dress and stilettoes whose length of heels threatened to push her down in her current state if she dared stand. However in that state of dizziness, her environment seemed clearer to her, heightening her sense of awareness of the aesthetics of the club which had simply blurred before her on her arrival. Everything about the club screamed affluence, all around her were ladies and gentlemen whose behaviour and little dressing had nothing lady

He didn’t at all give any turn for any students to try to weave their way into his good books. She tried to act uninterested until Chloe raised her hand to ask a question when calls were made. “Professor, from the studies I’ve read, I believe aesthetics are more key than the actual design in sculptures and structures. I want you to speak on that, since you argued in my report my assignment’s topic was lacking,” Chloe argued. “You’re still insisting aesthetics should take the lead? Even after my lecture and thesis?” He said to Chloe, and Chloe’s cheeks heated. She felt embarrassed, and Sadie saw this as an opportunity to talk back to Lorenzo and to fight for her friend in a way.

“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.

I have at least picked out two I will pick from if I don’t find the right pair. Two hours before the show, my makeup artist arrives and starts my makeup. I am going with a nude look, so she is done in 40 minutes. She also helps tie my turban for me with a silver-grey hajib that goes with my dress. I am wearing a silver grey, A-line dress in tulle, with a sheer neckline, long sleeves and a side slit. I am wearing pantyhose that are a bit darker than my skin, so my legs won’t be showing because of the slit. I put on gold butterfly diamond stud earrings and a carat diamond gold Tennis bracelet, while I decide between the two pairs of heels in front of me. One is a solid rivet embellished two-pa

Bella, irritated, slammed the mouse down. Ugh, this client was a nightmare—the wine promotion poster had been revised five times and still wasn't satisfactory! The client, a rather attractive woman, always showed up overdressed and smelling like she'd bathed in perfume, enough to make anyone sneeze. After several interactions, Bella’s four-word summary for her was—beauty without brains, totally clueless about design. But, the customer is always right, even if their taste is all wrong.