Oranges Aesthetic Novels & Stories

But I already admitted that I was abnormal. So I peeled oranges for her. Everyday I peeled as much as twenty and more, and I would take them to her. I would watch her eat them slowly. Then I would squeeze the rest on her skin and lick it off her, revealing in the taste of orange juice mixed with her sweat. And she would moan loudly when I sucked it off her centre, I had decided that oranges tasted the sweetest on her skin. And nothing made me more fulfilled than watching her on top of me, eating oranges from all the right places.

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.

“You are beautiful, Octavia. You don’t know your own strength yet.” After the bath, Astra dressed her carefully. Jasmine oil was massaged lightly into Octavia’s skin, a scent delicate and intoxicating, meant to cling subtly, irresistibly. Astra dabbed a touch of tinted balm onto Octavia’s lips, just enough to catch the light and make them look fuller, more kissable. Her hair was left loose, soft waves spilling over her shoulders like silken shadows. When Octavia finally faced the mirror, she hardly recognized the reflection staring back.

The warm smile on her face was simple and pure. Little Apple was used to coming to the shade every day and seeing her every day. The girl was not so beautiful, and she seemed to be a lot less beautiful than the women at home. However, Little Apple had seen too many beautiful women since he was a child, so he really had no feelings for her appearance. His mom and his sister as well as his senior sister Alice were all beauties. And the women who occasionally appeared at home were all impeccable. Since he had seen too many beautiful women, he would inevitably feel aesthetic fatigue. So, Little Apple were not picky about whether the women were beautiful or not, as long as they were pleasing to t

She's as orange as you've always liked,'' She chuckles, leaving me smiling once I understand her meaning. ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire.'' I remember. Elia looks down at me, ''She's every colour that she can be.'' He mutters, smiling. It takes me awhile to realise how I've always stare at him as if he meant the world to me—especially his dimples. They are perfect in every way, they show how he's also a joyful soul, apart from Elliot. ''Because I'll love her in every way,''

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 should be the center of attention, even if only with its rapid swinging pace along the aisle. What they are focusing on is no longer interesting at this time. Don't want to miss how the figure of Serry Benson, Omega woman with a perfect body. Pheromones are similar to fresh roses, and strawberry fruits simply pollute their sense of smell. The sweet but intoxicating scent was carried away by the wind as Benson's descendants stepped faster as if rushing. Big smiles, then they didn't realize they did when Serry looked confused because she was the center of attention along with her fast pace. The charming Omega returned their smiles one by one with a sweet curve that added to the perfect leve

Her eyes curiously moved to the left where a Long Island was situated, clean and glimmering with white granite marble and matching cupboards in the background to create a placid aesthetic. A savoury aroma filled the room making her crave the tangerine and juicy oranges placed in the fruit bowl placed in the middle of the table. Large floor-to-ceiling windows on the wall in front gave her a decent and pleasing view of the garden outsides and a pool that she was banned to use. Her eye shifted to two other presences, Viktor, the man she remember having a tall and broad muscular frame and short hair and the other was Orion, and she quickly averted her gaze.

The base color, a soft and translucent nude, served as a sophisticated foundation that enhanced the intricate designs layered on top. The most striking feature of my manicure was the ombré effect delicately applied to the tips of each nail. Starting from the nude base, the color seamlessly transitioned into a shimmering gold, creating a gradient that caught and reflected light with every movement. The effect was mesmerizing, lending my nails a luxurious and ethereal quality that seemed to shimmer like a sunset kissed by golden rays.