Neon Blue Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

"Okay, I want something beautiful, that catches the eye immediately, but that isn't to in your face." I say and they all nod their heads, thinking about what I said. “What about dark blues, maybe some light blues inbetween with silver accents?” Asher’s mother suggests and my mother nods her head with a smile. “I like it. Moonlight tones.” She says, I open my mouth to speak but Anna beats me to it. “I like it, but no pastels, just the dark blue with silver.” She says and I nod my head. “Thank you, I was thinking the same.”

In their homeworld of Triton, they lived in islets surrounded by a vast dark blue ocean that were occasionally disturbed by the storm that came from the grey cloudy skies. Here, however, was a desert that changes color depending on where the sun would stop at a given time. In the horizon, it would be purple. If the sun was at zenith point, it was light tan but when the sun sets and paved way for the moon to shine, it was green. The Solar ADF had grown on calling it 'Neon Desert', for some reason.

- Vejo her show some belts. - Our. You really are obsessed with putting people together. - I frown - No, everything is my art. I see you as a beautiful blank canvas in need of depth. I know you don't like vulgar colors and flashy things so these shades of colors will be perfect. Moss green or navy blue? The two will give you grace and erase your dark presence a little, leaving you a little less curious for looks, thus being more camouflaged in the crowd. - If you say. Blue.

In the middle of a scene, he puts his arm around me and I walk up to him. -I really like you Mindy. I pull away and get up from the couch. -This is happening so fast," I was about to leave, but he stops my arm. -Please don't go. -Let go of me. -Please, you have to remember me, don't you remember me at all," he hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear. "Blue lake." -¿Blue lake? -Blue lake. -¿What's wrong with you? -It's not working.

I ended up with two separate outfits for the occasion. I had picked out a very beautiful light blue dress with an asymmetric neckline. It had a reverse ombre effect that darkened from a blush baby blue to a deep midnight blue. With gems incrusted in the fabric towards the bottom of the flowing skirt. Eric had taken me to a dress shop and when I found the dress it reminded me of the sky as it darkened with stars shimmering across the midnight sky.

"My place has security. 24/7. Gated garage. You and Mia stay tonight. We'll sort the rest in the morning." Elena had packed a quick overnight bag while Damian waited in the living room, scrolling his phone with a face like thunder. Theo's rumor was gaining traction, anonymous posts on industry boards calling her agency "unreliable" and hinting at "CEO drama." Sterling Creative was winning the narrative before the Horizon campaign even launched. The doors opened directly into the penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering Chicago skyline. Marble floors, minimalist furniture in charcoal and cream, art that probably cost more than her apartment. A faint scent of leather and c

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

Tristan turned at him and laughed, “Are you crazy? You put on glasses in a Neon Museum? It’s not even that bright!” Roth looked at Tristan whose bright blue eyes seemed multi-colored as they reflected off the light from all the neon signs around, his cheekbones were accentuated by the shine of the neon signs, and Tristan’s wide smile added to the color on his face. Roth chuckled at his excitement, slightly shaking his head amusedly before aligning his pace with Tristan’s, which wasn’t difficult, because Tristan was taking his time examining the museum.

I’d used it every day for five years until it vanished into thin air one afternoon during my senior year. And then there was the color. Neon green. It was a loud, obnoxious shade that stood out like a sore thumb against Damon’s world of dark neutrals and charcoal greys. Why would a man who obsessed over "aesthetic minimalism" keep a neon green pen in his breast pocket unless it meant something? I sighed, leaning my forehead against the glass of the Uber window. Stop it, Ophelia. Snap out of it. I was reading into things because I was desperate for a sign that I hadn't been entirely invisible to him back then. It was a dangerous game to play.