Oranges Aesthetic Novels & Stories

We gathered around, pulling the reading chairs into a small circle. I sat a little farther away from them, my body still tense and wary, terrified that whatever had overtaken Orlando might spread to the others. “There’s this… I don’t know if I should call it an aura… that emanates from Aiden’s body,” Orlando began. “It smells like lavender, sweet, heady, and intoxicating. It drives people crazy. While he was tending to my injuries, I could smell it faintly, but when he went to discard the used supplies, the scent became stronger, almost overwhelming.”

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.

Oriana ran her hand through her hair as she studied her face at the gold-plated mirror in front of her. Soft, light makeup that covered her light freckles, curly light blonde hair, and pinkish lips. It was simple but eye-catching. The two maids smiled as they observed her being fascinated by everything. “Thank you so much for your efforts.” She said, smiling at them.

“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

Cora said, then hurried off. I went to the top floor alone. The moment I pushed open the office door, I spotted a bag of oranges sitting on the desk. They were golden-orange and flawless in appearance, each one individually wrapped. One glance was enough to tell that they were expensive. Just as I reached out to take one, the floating comments instantly exploded through the air. "Back off, Allen! The male lead bought these for Cora—they're ten dollars each!" "The male lead normally only ever eats cheap food himself, yet he bought such expensive oranges for Cora. He really does love her."

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.”

She looks like a flower in bloom and is very fresh. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, and flew in the wind. I faintly smell a refreshing soapy scent, it's a fruity scent. She turned and smiled at me, natural make-up on her face. It turns out that this girl can dress up, she uses an orange lip balm because it matches the color of the dress she is wearing. Also, there is a black line at the bottom of her eyes, it seems to make her beautiful eyes clearer. The perfect brown eye shadow and glitter add an exotic impression to her face. Aphrodite was so beautiful, she really was.

But, after further tests, the doctor could only shake his head and gave him temporary medicine. “Do you have an orange-flavored cake? "Davi's pheromone is his favorite; the scent of it made him tingle inside and made him want to see Davi and shower him with kisses. “This one, this, and this. These are the last orange flavors we have.” The three cakes that Reynolds pointed out were little cute cakes. One had a full white cover, a little orange stain around it, and a slice of orange above with three leaves around it. Simple yet looks delicious.

"Very delicious." Mrs. Ivory watched Bertha finish eating the orange, her heart bleeding. She asked someone to bring this orange tree back from Europe by air. Its value is great, the tree bearing lush fruit implies prosperity, and this orange alone is worth thousands of gold. Derek picked more oranges. She squeezed her palm, suppressed the anger in her heart, and smiled.