Jazmin Bean Aesthetic Novels & Stories

But, he didn’t want to depend on his parents’ money because of their restrained relationship. “What about you?” Liam asked her. Jazmine started for a while before answering, “I’m an interior designer. Nothing much to brag about.” “I heard you decorated the penthouse.” “I know it wasn’t the best I could think of during that time.” “I think it’s very decorative. The color choice is balanced. If I let Anita decorate the whole place, she might choose some obnoxious colors.” “Oh wow, look at you two,” Anita chirped in. “I knew I shouldn’t have followed you both for lunch.”

What great, wonderful news! She stood behind me, with her chin held high and her back upright. Arrogance flashed in her eyes. Wearing a striped long dress, she looked like a proud zebra. I closed my eyes, too afraid to look at her dress. The black and white stripes made my head spin. I drew a lot, so my eyes were precious to me. I wouldn't want a gaudy zebra to damage my eyesight. Who would have thought that Jasmine, of the prestigious Taylor family, had such a peculiar taste? A zebra dress. How… unique.

“I can’t imagine where you’d even begin to fit in. Julian’s usual set is so specific.” The insult was woven into silk. Elena felt her cheeks burn. She saw the avid interest in the faces of people pretending not to listen. “Elena is adapting perfectly,” Julian said, his tone growing colder. “Is she?” Seraphine’s gaze raked over Elena once more, this time pausing on her hands. Elena instinctively curled her fingers, suddenly conscious of the faint, faded calluses from pruning vines, marks no manicure could fully erase. “Well, she’s certainly decorative. You have a type, I suppose. Though this is a new… aesthetic for you. Earthy.” She said the word like it was a synonym for ‘dirty.’

“It might take a while, but I’ll definitely let you know when I’m ready.” As the conversation continued, Azzmi’s phone rang. “Guys, I’m sorry about this,” she said, standing up. “Just give me a moment. I really need to take this call. It’s Mia.” As Azzmi stepped away, Jezton’s gaze followed her. He stared at her figure as she walked, and Raven couldn’t help but notice how Jezton’s eyes lingered on her, his expression shifting to one of desire. He obviously liked what he saw. Azzmi was beautiful, and that slightly loose dress she wore only added to her allure.

“As Mr Marchand explained, the focus is quiet luxury that doesn’t feel… desperate for attention.” Sebastian’s eyes didn’t leave the camera. “You never liked desperate.” Luc nodded, oblivious to the layered conversation. “Exactly. Jasmine wants to bring a bit of old Monaco into the hill, without making it feel like a museum.” Sebastian glanced at the shared screen for a second, just long enough to show he really had looked at my moodboard. Images of stone steps, linen, wood, the sea. “This is… not what I usually see in proposals for expensive apartments,” he said finally. “It’s… restrained.”

The night arrived cold and clear. Paris glittered beneath a sky full of stars. The city looked beautiful. Peaceful. Almost innocent. Jessica hated how deceptive beauty could be. Some of the worst things in her life had arrived wrapped in something attractive. A smile. A promise. An opportunity. A mentor. A lover. A collector. Beauty had taught her to be cautious. The venue sat on the outskirts of the city. A private estate hidden behind iron gates and centuries old trees. The sort of place money built when it wanted privacy.

Friday. Before I realized it, a faint smile had already found its way onto my face. Tomorrow. I wondered whether Jenny would see it coming. My attention drifted back to my phone. I unlocked my phone and opened the I*******m page of Beaumont & Co., the jeweler I'd worked with more than once over the years. The newest collection filled the screen as I scrolled slowly through polished photographs... platinum bands, oval diamonds, emerald cuts, delicate halos resting against velvet displays beneath carefully arranged lighting.

Impatiently, he kicked the hospital bed and snapped, "Stop pretending. It's just a little anesthetic. Do you need to sleep for so long? Get up. I made you get cosmetic surgery for your own good. Don't act like it's such a huge grievance." Of course, I couldn't answer him. I was dead. Livid, James lifted the sheet and kicked me off the bed and to the ground. "Stop playing dead! Have you learned your lesson or not?" The sheet covering me fell to the ground as well, revealing my ashen face. It wasn't a complexion that a living human could have. I hadn't had the chance to heal after the cosmetic surgery, so my face was still swollen and ruddy. James frowned when he saw me. "You're still so ugly.

She didn’t argue. The alley smelled like damp brick and cigarette smoke. The cassette was cold in my hand, as if it had been left in the freezer. This one was labeled J-0. Zero. I brought it inside. Beverly didn’t ask to hold it. She just stared at it like it might bite. “You want to listen?” I asked. She didn’t answer. “I think we have to,” I added. “Why else would it show up? It’s for me.” “No,” she whispered. “It’s for them.”

She's already as beautiful as her sister at the age of sixteen. Jazmin was dressed in a yellow sundress with doll shoes, and her long red hair was down in big perfect curls. She's smokin' hot. I didn't realize I was biting my lower lip too hard while looking her over. The kiss at my office then comes back to me. I was feeling hot at the time. Omg! She drives me insane. Grr! When Jazmin finally spoke, I was able to return to my thoughts. She's holding an acoustic guitar. Hana was sitting on the beatbox.