Matching Aesthetics Novels & Stories

She was a woman named Chloe who looked perpetually terrified, likely because she had been given five days to plan a society wedding on a rooftop terrace. "It's Toothpaste White," Sienna corrected. She picked up another swatch. "This. Antique Cream. It has depth. It has history." "It matches the rug," Claire pointed out from the floor, where she was sitting with Emma and a pile of wooden blocks. "Exactly," Sienna said. "Cohesion is key." Aria laughed. It was a warm, easy sound that vibrated in her chest, loosening the tightness that had lived there for months.

“I think that the one you have an obvious bias for is the most suitable. It photographs well and it means we aren’t wearing the exact same suit.” “Those were my thoughts as well. Edward, what do you think? You’re going to be wearing one of them after all.” Edward felt that she was asking his opinion to be polite. She had likely picked up on his lack of desire to be fashionable. He just liked to wear clothes that were comfortable. Sebastian passed him the photos and Edward found that he couldn’t tell the difference between most of them. “I like the same one,” he said. “It does stand out from the others.”

She picked it up to look at it, and saw that it was a netty lingerie that was as good as no clothing. "You're wearing that to meet the boss later today" Sophia spoke from behind. Amaya felt her insides turn and she had the urge to throw up. Imagining the Don touching her again made her want to spit. How much he disgusts her. "He's damn handsome too and you can't deny that fact" her subconsciousness taunted. "Stupid mind" Amaya groaned, holding her head. Sophia laughed when she saw Amaya groan, and said casually, "come on, you should eat something".

“Someone who understands aesthetics.” She blinked. “You?” His grin widened. “Me.” Ashley lifted an eyebrow. “Ace, you can barely color inside the lines.” He leaned in, voice low. “But I can make people want things. That is branding.” “Branding, not manipulation.” “Same toolbox,” he shrugged. “Different paintbrush.” She hated that he had a point. He spun her gently by the shoulders until she faced the burnt wall where her mural used to be. “Picture it,” he murmured behind her. “New mural. High-contrast style. Viper-themed, but not corny. A signature wall people travel to see. Something that screams Ashley.”

I said and rushed back to the bathroom some minutes later and walked to the dressing table and sat down. "Hey, I'll do your makeup," Brittany said, no way the last time she did my make-up we spent four hours and I still look like a monster. "Thank you, I'll do it myself" I replied. "Suit yourself I've picked your clothes" she replied. "Yeah, that's the only aspect you're good at thanks" I replied. "I'm also good at making men cum" she replied with a smirk. "I'm still your master in the game" "wow you look beautiful babe, but how are we going to get out of this room?" She asked.

to dare to stand out from the norms imposed on what was or was not a suitable aesthetic. For years, the idea had haunted him: a Raven or Dove mate, black or white feathers set against the shimmering greens and golds of his own. A partner whose very presence would magnify his brilliance, without being dull, boring and mute in colour or shade of brilliance herself. Anything less was unthinkable. Anything less was a personal insult to his vision of perfection.

The music flowed around them, soft, elegant, almost soothing, but Alexander didn’t feel it. Not anymore. Not since his eyes had locked onto her. Amelia. And the man beside her. With each turn, each slow movement, his gaze kept returning there. Like a compass refusing to point anywhere else. And then. He noticed it. A detail so small, yet impossible to ignore once seen. Their clothes. His eyes narrowed slightly. Black. Gold. Matching. Perfectly matched. Intentional or not. It didn’t matter. Because the effect was the same. They looked like they belonged together.

But now my views towards it have completely changed, I see now that sex is beautiful and wonderful especially when you are doing it right and with the right person. As I finish off applying my makeup, I can't help but imagine how messy and rustled I will look after my much anticipated date with Lukas tonight. It's ironic because in the past if he dared mess up my hair or my makeup I would get really mad but now the thought of him fucking me so hard that he leaves me disheveled does things to me, things the lady in me used to frown upon not so long ago. After a few more minutes of touching up my makeup and brushing my hair, I'm done and ready to go meet up with Lukas. Just as I'm grabbing my

I shook my head politely, "I'm alright thanks." "Okay then, how are you settling into the work environment? Hope there haven't been complications?" She asked and I shook my head. "Actually, the past couple of days have been nice and welcoming," I said making her chuckle. "Well our model's comfort is our number one priority here, we believe that true beauty comes from within and that can only be attained when a person is comfortable, happy, and confident," She said. "Well, you guys are sticking to that," I said. "So the designs, how do you like them?" She asked. "Well they're beautiful, each of them has this vintage aesthetic almost ancient but a little bit modernized," I said in admiration.

And detect her through the body language. Because when the beautician had done her wedding make-over, the anxiety, the coldness, the paled face and anxious eyes that stared back at her from the mirror was something that was still imprinted in her mind. She didn't know she was this scared unless her reflection came infront of her view. What she felt was all evident on her face. Despite the make-up, the beautician failed to hide the paleness of her face. How those tiny tremors shook her body every elapsing second was something she was aware of. How wildly her heart was beating, the scenarios running in her mind of her future and the lies that she had hid from Mooosa and the fear those thoughts