Oranges Aesthetic Novels & Stories

It’s beautiful, and the deep blue color looks brilliant when my mother holds it against my autumnal dress. “The flame burns brightest against the night sky,” Nora says. “Orange and blue are complementary. It will be striking.” My mother smiles. “Try it on.” Turning, I allow Alice to fasten the necklace around my throat. The stones are heavy and cold against my skin, but when I turn to look in the mirror, I have to admit the effect is stunning. The deep blue of the sapphires makes the orange of my dress seem even more vibrant, like flames leaping against a twilight sky.

He brought their hands to his face and inhaled the smell of their mixed scents. “No,” he simply replied and pulled her back closer, making her hug him. He buried his nose into her neck and inhaled deeply. Fate was so funny. It mated him with a woman that had the scent of what he loved most... oranges. Freshly cut opened oranges. He inhaled her again and savored it. Somehow, this fresh orange was the most delicious one. He looked at her face and she stared deep into his vivid eyes.

(Noble people are egoists) And with each step, my eyes are able to capture the image of the person in front of me... capture all the tiny details of her... The unrealistic beauty, baby rose lips, untouched skin, silky hair, dark brown pits of pupils, long eyelashes, perfectly drawn eyebrows... and... and a sweet scent coming from her body that is similar to freshly baked cookies and freshly plucked strawberries.

The cellarette — she wasn't sure she could even call it that due to how big it was — was adorned in golden lights, gently casting its lustrous luminescence on the barstools and onto the faces of their inhabitants. A reasonable sequitur from the scrutiny she had just carried out would be that the club looked majestic to say the least; though, if there were better words she could use to describe such grace and beauty, she would definitely use them instead. ‘This J.K dude really has an elegant taste,’ she couldn't help but concede to her thoughts. She was too engrossed in sinking the majestic view into her mind that she had missed those set of piercing eyes that seemed to stare right into her

" The man bent his body, then walked away. Meanwhile Athena stared at her fingers, there was a ring around it, Alex's ring, a sign of his ownership. She is very happy right now. Her eyes glanced at her drink and smiled, like an oreo milkshake she can never make everyone the same as the principle, white like milk, there will definitely be a difference represented by the blackness of Oreo powder mixed with milk. The secret is how to make everything come together, in a beautiful gray and, in the end, everything will taste sweet. Beautiful in time.

Just oranges. An aggressive quantity of oranges. Enough oranges to support a small civilization. The receptionist looked up as he stared at the boxes. “We asked around.” “And?” “No one knows who sent them.” Mrs. Holt walked into the lobby at exactly the wrong moment. Or the right moment. Depending on perspective. “Wonderful.” Adrian looked suspicious. “What exactly is wonderful?” “The oranges.” “That answer concerns me.” “I already have plans.” “Of course you do.” Interesting. Very interesting. By lunchtime the oranges had somehow become marmalade, fruit baskets, decorative arrangements, and what Mrs. Holt confidently described as a citrus strategy.

"Finish the oranges like a good boy." His face fell, and I sighed softly, leaning closer. "Wouldn't you like to look your best for your father? Oranges are rich in vitamin C, which is very beneficial for your health. Perhaps you could eat now and then offer some to your father when he wakes? It might help him recover more quickly.” I suggested, and it worked. He, without a doubt, picked up the slices of orange and gave one to Cadence before eating. However, just as he was about to eat, a hand suddenly appeared and snatched the slice of orange from his hand, throwing it away.

“My daughter and I are delighted to have you both here.” Shaking my head and reaching into my basket, I retrieved a small bundle and extended it toward him. “Still,” I said, having regained my voice, “I thought you might enjoy these—they’re oranges from my own orange tree back in Moonstone.” Edward’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he accepted the offering. He moved aside the cloth that was covering them and pulled one of the oranges out, holding it up and turning it in the light of the chandelier. “Thank you, Ava,” he said. “These will make a lovely dessert later. I’ll have the kitchen prepare something special for us to enjoy.”

"What do you think about this Zoe?" I smoothed the paint brush with orange colour dripping from it over the colourful canvas in front of me. " Is that enough Orange, or should i add another shade?" "If you keep on adding more orange." Zoe drawled. " You're going to end up with an orange canvas instead of the sunset you were initially going for."

Hold on until the right time. "No, there's nothing missing. You look incredibly beautiful in that dress," Thomas sincerely complimented her. It was true. Thomas wasn't just saying it. He was genuinely captivated by how well the dress suited her, the Korean-style concept she chose, which was trendy among millennial couples, including Olive. But seriously, Thomas was impressed. The decoration had a simple yet luxurious look. It predominantly used white, and the addition of soft pastel colors gave it a delicate touch, making it perfect for Thomas, who liked a simple arrangement. Olive's color choice was just what he wanted; there was no excess.