Oranges Aesthetic Novels & Stories

and safe. "Thanks girls" she smiled at all of them, looking at how gorgeous they all looked in their dresses. Orchid had on a lemon green dress that complimented her eyes and left no room for imperfections. Astrid had on an orange flower printed dress while Anaise settled for a beige dress that only seemed to compliment her sister's.

Orian brought his hands to the top of my dress, he loosened the buttons with haste and bared the gown down to my waist exposing my upper body to him. I felt shy as his gaze roamed over me, my chest heaving and boobs peaked with hardened nipples waiting for the embrace of his tongue, "krasiveye, chem proizvedeniye iskusstva." More beautiful than an artwork. He cooed gazing at me with lust and then he dipped his head and without teasing captured one of my aching buds in his mouth and suckled on it earning a pleasure-stricken cry from me.

It should be beautiful. The purple stone fruits, dangling in the light, overhead, flashing against the green leaves that murmur in the faint breeze. The air, thick with the scent of ripening crops, faintly fermented, almost rotting. Bees humming low, drunk on sugar, circling the fruit that has plummeted and split in the dust. It really should be beautiful. But today the orchard smells too sweet, almost sickening, as if the air itself wants to mock us with abundance. Today, it sits heavy in my throat like something rancid.

My hands touch the bark to make sure the tree is really here, and when I don't go tumbling through it like a hologram, I know that it's actually in front of me. The orange tree stands tall and sturdy. It's many branches splay out with smaller limbs sprouting in every direction. The greenest leaves coat the branches, and amongst the thousands of them are bright fruits. My eyes bounce from fruit to fruit in disbelief. I reach up and pluck a low-hanging one. I run my fingers over its skin and roll it between my hands. Lifting it to my nose, I smell the thing but it doesn't emit the scent of an orange, nor does it look like one. "Careful there."

I say as I notice the faint traces of makeup they left on my face. I've only seen a few women with face magic on before, and theirs were noticeable. Mine isn't...It like they just enhanced my color. "My makeup is so light and pretty," I whisper, and they nod. "We only use berry juices and natural colors to tint areas of your face...That's all you need," Alessia says, and Giulia nods twice to show her agreement. I smile and nod because I don't have anything to say. They are so sweet. A faint knock on the door echoes in the room before the Oracle walks in, looking pleased.

Little Orange's voice came from the room. "You are the most beautiful, okay?" Little Apple answered subconsciously. The people next to him all stared at Little Apple with their eyes wide open. Little Orange's charming laughter came from inside. "Great! Little Apple, you think Venus is not beautiful? You're dead meat." Little Orange gloated. Little Apple rolled his eyes speechlessly. If he had not said that Little Orange was the most beautiful, it was hard to say how she would make things difficult for him next. But in this way, his words would probably have hurt Venus.

The sweet smell of oranges almost daring my mood to stay sour because it was cocky just like him, knowing full well that I couldn’t be as it buzzed around me with an infectious happiness. When I rounded the corner to the kitchen the smell of burnt toast assaulted my nose, but the sight before me pushed a smile across my face and held it there. That fucking apron. He smiled a little lopsidedly at me as he pulled the chair out for me to sit in, my plate already full of food that I couldn’t look at because his eyes were holding onto me for dear life. Goddess, they were perfect. So deep that you were only able to tell they were brown under the sunlight, but otherwise they were an onyx type of co

He nodded towards them. “Oranges are addictive though. Thousand years ago no one could exist without their morning OJ’s.” Darius frowned slightly. “Did not understand that at all. But if you are asking me, I choose apples.. It’s very simple. Oranges are very bright, flashy and... bright and flashy does not mean anything good. Once one of us tried a huge bright red mushroom and ended up with food poisoning.” “Apples are red.” Nicolai picked up one. “They Are red and flashy....”

It is a seductive beauty that makes every man accept to stoop. She wears a girly and mature floral baby dress, her hair falls to her shoulders, and on her neck is a necklace with a pendant with a black pearl. It appears that she has a contrasting appearance to her personality, Tinh Ngoc feels that this is a very approachable and lovely girl. Oralie is Tinh Ngoc's pen name, and the person in front of her is her second customer. The girl sat down, ordering herself a cup of coffee. Tinh Ngoc took the drawing wrapped well behind her and gave it to her.

He had just unleashed a word flood from Aleena. "It's not just the color, it's the whole orange. The scent, the flavor, the color, the fruit. Who names fruit a color? Who names a color after a fruit! It doesn't make any sense. The juice. Orange juice! There are these little leafy bits that get stuck between my teeth and they make me feel barfy," Aleena rambled on.