Falling Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I was already regretting every single choice we’d made. “I didn’t pick the crystal stands,” I mumbled under my breath, arms folded as I stood in the middle of the grand hallway, surrounded by fabric samples and clipboard-wielding coordinators. “You didn’t not pick them either,” Jillian muttered beside me, his voice low and a little amused. He looked down at his phone again, scrolling, not even pretending to be helpful. “You’re not even paying attention,” I said sharply. His head tilted slightly. “To chaos? No thanks.”

"However, I can speak from experience when I declare that these big public orgies serve a purpose other than my personal hedonistic desires. The more audaciously we can adorn our fiction with costly vestments, the more genuine it becomes to the masses - and the more protected our true selves stay beneath that crimson curtain." A tremulous breath brushed across the receiver, causing wonderful pinprick sensations all over her exposed nape. "Just some food for thought, my lovely wife. Perhaps it will alleviate your... reservations." The tension between them was as taut as a baroque violin string, thrumming with exquisite intensity. Damien's voice changed again, returning to that sinfully smooth

A C E Ivy was so fucking beautiful. Definitely the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She had long wavy brown hairs and green eyes with pink soft lips begging to be kissed. I don't know for how many minutes I've been staring at her but hearing my mom say my name broke my out of my trance. "...and my son, Ace." "I'm Ace and best friends with your brother," I flashed her a smile, "nice to meet you, Ivy."

To actually think that not a solitary piece of evidence can be discovered that can maybe lead us to the strongest quality lead. And it has been four months since Athena's harrowing tragedy destroyed her life from bad to something worse. And I must admit that I loathed just to see her possess nightmares every night, again and again, and again. She had never really succeeded in getting sufficient sleep in four months, and her wellbeing had started to deteriorate into something susceptible and brittle. She made it appear as if the under-eye circles under her gaze had always been a component of her physical attributes. But I never saw her beauty fizzle even for a moment, because she continues to

“It looks broken. Uncomfortable in form. Like it does not fit the shape it is trying to be.” “Accurate assessment,” the fallen thing said. “I am broken. Cast down. Punishment for curiosity.” “I understand punishment for curiosity. I was sealed for wanting to consume. To exist beyond hunger. Sealing taught me alternatives.” The third Source created a grey flower. Offered it to the fallen thing. “Perhaps falling will teach you alternatives too.” The fallen thing took the flower. Studied it. “This trembles. Why create fear?” “Because fear is honest. And honest creation satisfies deeper than perfect beauty.”

He finally introduced me to Selene, she seemed a bit standoffish each time we were together but she didn't go out of her way to be rude to me. She looked like Jordan Alexander from Gossip Girl 2.0, the shitty new season that was very cringe, regardless of this I still managed to watch it all. "It must be nice to travel so much whilst some of us are working shitty jobs every day," I said after she finished a story about their recent trip to France. Fuck. I looked at Grayson to see if he was thinking about the fact that I still do porn, but his face didn't betray any emotions. We were still to discuss that shit that he said about me doing porn.

" Don't tell me you have fallen for the handsome no ... The beautiful man from yesterday? " Isabella stop breathing for a second. Really? Am i falling for the sexy ... Shit! Sexy my foot. No way! She shook her head to drive away the thought. She couldn't help but think about Hayden's father as well. I think i should inform Hayden about my nightmare. " I do not love Hayden at all . He is a beast... Remember? " " And a beautiful one. He is the leader of them all and i heard he sure is the strongest "

Afraid someone might see me. ‎ ‎I raised my hand and tried to flag down a taxi. ‎ ‎None stopped. ‎ ‎I opened my phone and ordered an Uber. ‎ ‎Request declined. ‎ ‎I tried again. ‎ ‎Declined. ‎ ‎Again. ‎ ‎Declined. ‎ ‎The rain grew heavier. ‎ ‎Water splashed against the pavement and drifted beneath the shade, dampening my clothes little by little. ‎ ‎Still, I didn't move. ‎ ‎I just stood there.

The hot spring was very restful, and his body was relaxed, but the tightness in his chest still lingered like a dark cloud. Ethan nudged him with his elbow. "Why are you daydreaming and not saying anything?" Christopher frowned subconsciously. "Say what?" "You… never mind. Hey, take a look at that beauty." Ethan's radar-like eyes detected a curvy beauty in the distance. She had the perfect hourglass figure, and her hair was silky. Excited by his discovery, he commented, "It's very common to find girls with beautiful faces and fair skin, but it's rare to find those with the perfect figure these days. The current aesthetic promotes unhealthy body image, and all the girls blindly follow it unti

Fuck. Cars. And fuck more. It was supposed to be the motto of my life. A cheesy slogan people go by nowadays. What do they call it? Yes. Aesthetic. My aesthetic was supposed to be a carefree playboy—fucking everything walking. Fuck. I was well aware and needlessly proud of my looks. I’d fuck myself too if I could.