Falling Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Eddie Carter jumped into his double cab pickup truck and drove to work. He took one last glance at the beauty whom he had just been chatting up and smiled.They all claimed to be taken but he knew that this was every woman’s way of playing hard to get. Ella was a real natural beauty. Her oval face made her big eyes that were surrounded by long eyelashes stand out in a crowd. Her tiny nose made her look dainty and her full lips looked like they were begging to be kissed. But this wasn’t the thing that had caught his attention. Several days ago, Ella had walked into the coffee shop and walked to the counter. She made her order and then settled in a corner seat. Eddie had to admit that her figur

Rogan said. “You always have a story to tell.” Vivian chuckled. “Of course. I have to.” Rogan smiled. “Alright then. We're listening.” Maddox said. “When I met her, I fell for her beauty and the way she spoke, composed herself. But when I got closer to her, found out that all was trash, as she had no charm in her.” Rogan said. “Really?” Vivian said. “Yeah. I had already used my skills on her, thinking she was worth it. But when I found out, I withdrew. However, she had already fallen.” Rogan laughed.

The timing was key. “I’m only too happy to be of service to you, my Alpha,” cooed Stephanie, and Connor picked up on it. He found her extremely attractive but wasn’t quite sure if she was ‘the one’ to select as his Luna. Yes, she was feisty and ruthless like him, but she would first need to prove herself. He would definitely be keeping a close eye on her. Stephanie began to stand up when she was dismissed by Connor. Her foot caught the edge of the rug and she lost her balance and fell forward. Connor was luckily there to catch her or she would have hit her head against the corner of his desk.

I said as she opened her mouth as she stared at the beautiful scene of the city. " Hmm, it is so beautiful " she said " but not as beautiful as you are " she stared at me with a flushed face, if there was one thing I was good at , it was wooing women. " What! you don't believe me? " she turned her face away from me and that was all I needed.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

"And why would you say something like that?" "Because, there's nothing fun or exciting about me, I'm just a boring plain stuff and I'm not even pretty or attractive." I was looking down the whole time and hadn't noticed that Ryker had stopped driving and had packed the car in front of a huge event center with gold platinum letters, spelling out HAYES HALL engraved right at the center of the building. I looked at Ryker who was staring at me softly. "Fuck whoever said you're not pretty because, you're pretty as fuck. In fact, you're beautiful. Don't ever talk about yourself like that, okay? Whoever made you feel like that must be blind for him not to see who you really are and the beauty in y

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

Leo had always believed that he was straight until the incident on the night before. But Archer was just too attractive for him to resist. He had a slim, defined yet muscular waist, and Leo also couldn't forget the sight of Archer's long legs shaking and shuddering in the air. Suddenly aware of where his thoughts were going, Leo grabbed Archer's wrist and stopped him. "I-I'm going to mend the shirt now." He couldn't let his dangerous thoughts continue like that. Otherwise, he was pretty sure that he would get a nosebleed and a heart attack in one.

When Yvette smiled, her eyes lit up like crescent moons, a look that effortlessly won people's affection. But in them, I detected a hint of smugness and calculation. "How old are you?" I asked. "23," she replied. "Then you’re old enough to know what honesty is," I said sharply. Her smile wavered. "I don't understand what you mean." "It's clear. The whole plan was done by me, from start to finish," I said. "You knew that, yet you still presented it as your own. It's called shameless."

More room for the body's ongoing negotiation with itself. "Not the structured line," she said, reading the look I gave a particular jacket. "I liked the structured line," I said. "The structured line is finished for now." She said it without apology. "What we're doing instead is better. You'll see." I trusted her. I had learned, in the months of her involvement in my appearance in Collins's rooms and corridors and boardrooms, that Margaux's aesthetic opinions were not opinions in the usual sense, they were assessments, which were different, being grounded in an accurate reading of the materials and the context rather than in preference. She had been right about the deep-water dress. She had