Dusk Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Aiden’s POV Dusk settled in the skies like a lover’s kiss, sending golden and purple streaks through a formerly blue sky. I watched the skies change color, the purple deepening like a bruise until it began to turn dark. This was one of my daily rituals - watch the skies, and think of my place in the universe. But only this time, I didn’t think of myself. I thought of a familiar flame-haired woman and her luscious pink lips, peridot eyes and skin like milk. I thought of her long fingers searching for pleasure in my hair, the breath from her mouth hot against my cheek.

No matter how perfectly the cameraman captured the image, there was nothing mesmerizing because Graciano Davis was busy putting on a cold face. I stepped back, grabbed a piece of crepe, then settled myself onto the sofa. I took a bite of the crepe while watching with concentration. "Graciano Davis, three years ago founded Ace, and had success with Emerald Green." I nodded at the anchor's explanation. Emerald Wine was like a king who ruled the world in one night. The green color is beautiful and the taste is interesting. Many people loved it, even the diners at our restaurant. To satisfy them, Mother bought it in bulk.

The sky is colored in the shades of red, violet, and black, the sun is telling its goodbye for the day, and their room slowly turning dark. In that dozy evening, Rathi was standing before the mirror and examining her scar. It's still black in color but the pain is nowhere. The oil that Aadhiyan gave has really worked and she applies it gently on her rough-hard skin. Rathi felt like it's someone's else skin as it's so odd to touch it.

She didn’t say that her twin will not accept it, I just need to look for a better reason to convince Dawn to say yes. Dusk and Dawn are physically indistinguishable, from their reddish-brown hair, their hazel eyes, down to the mannerism they do which was to smolder. I actually thought that she was doing it to seduce me earlier but I remembered what Dusk told me when I talked to her about it. “Me and my sister unconsciously smolder whenever we are thinking of something. So, please don’t be bothered by it or think that I am trying to catch your attention. It’s a mannerism we have.”

Her perfect brow was marred with a frown as she stood up. Her body, mature, tall and seductively curved was covered with a red dress that looked so much like blood. She was dressed like Phoenix but somehow looked more dangerous than the mad moon goddess. "You have served your purpose, Shawn. Now it is time to take what I want." My head ached dully. Her kiss was doing something to me. It was as if she paralyzed me further by kissing me. My sight began to grow dim, dark circles appeared at the edges of my eyes. The only thing I could see was her retreating back, her wide curvy hips swaying seductively in that red gown as she walked away.

Leonore would like to argue with a quote she read once from Nicholas Sparks' book, The Notebook, which says that dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. She loved that book very much, but she would like to get back with that quote. Because she believed that dusk, is not either but it is neither above or below the horizon. It lies more likely in between, not as a result of either of the primary entities there were as light or dark, but dusk as Leonore believed, bore herself in between. She doesn't need to submit herself to either lightness or darkness. Dusk is the blank canvas of the sky. That's what makes it so beautiful and splendid. Because there i

Kathie put on a satisfied smile and blew a kiss at the new face in the mirror. "Mmmm, I can't deny it, You look beautiful dear Ashley, but am deeply sorry that you lost your life at a very young age without completing your task on earth" Kathie continued while holding her heart in consolation and faking a sad expression. " But now that I have got your face, I have to use it and complete my task and I know that your face can do just the job" She said with an elated smile and moved away from the mirror to go and grab her blue purse. She was wearing a blue dress to compliment the purse and give her a glamorous combo.

“We’re leaning toward a dystopian fashion theme. Dark, with…you know, a structured look. Even the walking pattern will match that mood.” I leaned closer to study the images that had jagged silhouettes, metallic tones, and dramatic makeup. It looked intense, but powerful. “I’ll do it,” I said firmly, nodding. Her smile widened. “Perfect. Thank you. The team will be thrilled.” “It means a lot to me that you reached out,” I said, letting a small smile linger. Just then, her phone buzzed on the desk. She smiled, picked it up, and murmured, “Excuse me, just a moment.”

She simply walked in like someone who belonged, her expression calm, her steps steady. There was something about the way she carried herself now; omething different from before. It wasn’t loud, but it was there, quiet and undeniable. Lauren saw it too. And she didn’t like it. “From Dusk Till Dawn is getting old,” Lauren said, her tone casual, but her words sharp as she turned to face Tessa fully. A faint smirk rested on her lips. “Are you capable of creating better designs?” A few people shifted slightly, sensing the tension that had just entered the room.