How To Be Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“ 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

“It’ll cost more.” “That’s fine.” There was no back and forth after that. The decision was made. Later that evening Aurelia didn’t go straight home. Instead she went to meet someone. The café wasn’t so busy which made it easier to focus. She sat across from a woman who had a tablet open with designs already pulled up on the screen. “I went through your references,” the woman said. “You’re not going for anything too loud.” “I don’t want loud,” Aurelia replied. “I want something that when people walk in I want them to notice the details when they get close..the elegance and be intrigued instantly.”

And if there’s one thing they all had in common, it was that they were beautiful. But… He’s worse. He’s too beautiful. The kind of beauty that doesn’t just get admired it destabilizes things. Fae beauty isn’t normal beauty. It’s not soft or human or even truly consistent. It shifts depending on perception, like your mind can’t decide what it’s looking at. One moment it’s sharp and cruel, the next it’s almost tender, like it’s been tailored specifically to whatever weakness you didn’t know you had. They say faes aren’t just born beautiful but that they’re crafted by magic itself. Curated by old laws, by courts that care more about aesthetic balance than morality.

An ideal world where no competition is allowed, only a crowd, which despite being exhausted, is relentless when it comes to one day reaching the standards of beauty that belong to them. That is why, tonight, I choose to challenge everything he believes in by clinging to the theory that yes, aesthetic beauty is certainly attractive, but over time, one will need something more to keep the admiration burning like a flame. This may be intelligence, charismas, or a lost soul for those who love to mend one. The pity being that, most of the time, this becomes a rip-off. For when plunging into the depths of another, one may be startled to discover that our pure desire does not match at all with our

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.

I somehow get a shape that resembles a head. But does it resemble Abe's? No. "Why is there even such a thing as art?" I ask with a frustrated sigh. "To express beauty," replies Dane. "Beauty. A word meaning to convey the coincidental encounter of a spectacle that is somewhat enticing, mesmerizing, or delightful to look at or view. A circuitous concept. Inconsistent. Subjective. Unstandardized. Incohesive," I say as I turn to look Dane in the eye. He raises an eyebrow and smirks slightly.

I locked up and then called an uber to McQueen's mansion which was located 2 hours from here meaning I would have to spend the night there because it would be too late to come home. I had taken a nap and was awoken by light tapping on the window. It was Jeffery, McQueen's security guard, once he saw me he opened the gates and the driver dropped me off by the entrance. I thanked him and walked up the stairs. I was really exhausted but the night was only starting. I went to Harush the makeup artist and sat in her chair. She admonished me for having braids because I couldn't wear a wig and then the process started. Stripping from my clothes I sat in a tiny bikini as Harush spray tanned my skin