Oranges Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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

“Do you like it?” Henry asked Roxanne in a deep husky voice. When Roxanne stepped out of the mall, she gasped at what was in front of her. Henry was perched on the red dazzling Ferrari. It was filled with beautiful, deeply cupped double blossoms which had a vibrant ombre pink to apricot colour. These unique roses stood out and made the car look all the more beautiful. In addition, they emitted an intense sweet fragrance that surrounded the place.

"Not the canned stuff. A real, fresh orange, still warm from the sun." Clara had shaken her head, a lump forming in her throat. She had taken fresh oranges for granted once, had eaten them without thinking, had tossed the peels in the trash without a second thought. Now, the memory of their sweetness was a distant dream, a ghost of a world that no longer existed.

“It’s like the one outside our window!” I smiled, setting down my bag. “You have a good eye, sweetheart.” Beside him, Aiden frowned in concentration, his little hands clasped behind his back like a tiny art critic. “It looks more… orange than the real one.” “That’s what artists do,” I said softly, crouching beside them. “They don’t paint what they see — they paint what they feel.” He blinked at that. “Like how I felt sad when we left school today?”

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.

Cherry I admired the window display. “This is stunning work, Maisy.” The fall dresses in oranges and browns rested in the store window, and my assistant had made sweeping sculptures of leaves in red, orange, and yellow tones as if gusts of wind carried them around the clothes.

“What are you thinking for the stormy aesthetic?” Harper asked curiously, holding up the deep winter swatches which include the colours: midnight, olive, expresso, silver, grey, charcoal, mocha, wine, brick red, ruby, Boysen berry, fuschia, magenta, mustard, honey, Ocea, dark green, forest, jungle, royal purple, mulberry, purple, royal blue, Aegean, and ceru lean. Knox snatched the swatches from her hand, spreading them across the desk like he was dealing a winning hand in a high-stakes game. His parrot green eyes darted over then, his lips moving silently as he processed each colour. “Stormy aesthetic,” he repeated, tasting the words. "Aye, it's got tae feel heavy. Atmospheric. No' just dar

I'm used to seeing him so guarded and prim all the time that this completely took me off guard. He was still irresistibly handsome. So handsome that my heart halted for ten seconds, and all electric current in my body rerouted to my cunt. He coughed, looking caught off guard. “Domestic. That’s the first time I’ve heard such,” “It’s a compliment, a very good one. And you are right, I like oranges. They smell good and they taste even better. There was one time, orange juice was all I could eat for three whole days. My sweat smelled of oranges.”