Oranges Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Emma glanced at her, assessing. Ori was naturally beautiful, with watery eyes and a delicate and charming face resembling a lotus flower. She wore a light pink embroidered gown accentuating her slender shoulders, thin waist, and graceful figure. If Emma were an ignorant thirteen-year-old, she might not notice anything unusual. However, with her mature mind beyond thirty, why didn't she recognize the subtle changes in the young girl before her? There was no expression on Emma's face as she said, "This robe is truly exquisite."

And to add to this beauty, the sun setting down spreaded shades of orange throughout the sky. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Ahaz voiced out, earning Daisy’s attention. To his surprise, she looked into his direction too. Shades of orange, sending through the huge sun, landing on his handsome face, made him look even more handsome. The color of his clothes was like hot red, then his neck contained a cover of dark orange shade and his face was shining warm yellow. As if even the sun has filtered its colors to land on his face. “Right.” She nodded her head after she hardly gathered her senses from his features.

It was orange in colour, which was not very creative of her people. “Huh, what do you mean?” He asked with his mouth full, and I shook my head. “You’re eating her fruits again,” I pointed out, and he looked at his hand, shrugging. “So?” He questioned, biting into the orange without separating the segments as Amanah did; what kind of animal was he?

The leaves have a shiny green upper surface with a duller green lower surface and extend to a pointed tip. To the touch, they feel finely toothed, like the ruffles of a feather. At the moment, there is sun filtering in through the leaves to create glimmering patches of sunlight on the grass. The tree is as wide as it is tall. Not standing so tall, are the lemon and blood orange trees. These trees have come to life, with their citrus goodness and their simplicity. Next to the trees are a bed of flowers composed of calendulas. They are gently moving back and forth in a swaying motion. This flower is a beautiful work of art as evidenced in this close-up. The intricate design of each petal is be

Her gaze shifted and landed on Henry's side profile. Henry had strong eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a straight nose. His lips were pressed into a line, his chin sturdy, and his jawline clear and defined. Everything about his face seemed perfect. This face always radiated an ageless and stunning beauty. Now, the owner of this face was peeling an orange for her. He used his hands instead of a knife. Orange juice dripped from his fingers. Still, he remained unfazed. He was unlike the neat freak he used to be.

In the middle of the road, Mark had something to do, so he got out of the car and asked the driver to drive her home. After returning home, Lisa sat on the sofa, looking at the remaining oranges on the coffee table that she personally picked and 'stealed', she couldn't help but be a little worried. Although this orange was not tasty, she bought it with ten gold bars anyway, it would be a pity to lose it. And Mr. Jin said that orange peels and pulps are very nutritious and have a beautifying effect on the skin. Although it sounded tempting, her heart still wasn't cruel enough to eat such unpalatable food.

“ I’m Aesthetic, but you can call me Thea sir. “ She said and smiled. As she observed the man who’s wearing a white suit, she noticed how good-looking he is. From his brown hair down to his black eyebrows. His unique shallow eyes that looks so interesting to stare. His well shaped jaws and the bridge of his nose, as well as his sexy lips that seems so tempting. He's also tall and masculine like Ace. This man! This man's presence is so captivating, like he would lock her up from his seductive world. “ Aesthetic means an art. “ The guy whispered right into her face. She watched how his lips curved a sweet smile. “ Your name suits you well lady. “ He added with a low voice. Thea began to observ

I was running through the park then I saw a big tree with oranges on it. And they were really pretty oranges. There was one I thought I could reach. I jumped up but I couldn’t get it so I began to cry. Then Daddy picked me up so I was on his shoulders. I laughed as I grabbed the orange. Daddy put me down and smiled. His eyes crinkled when he smiled… I woke up to the scent of oranges and mint, and it was an excruciatingly nostalgic scent. Opening my eyes, I allowed my dream to fade from my senses. Then I sat up and rubbed my eyes, and I couldn’t help but smile.

Take them to her bed and play them over and over in her head while she sleeps. She had to get away from him and from the effect he was having on her. Orla turned to leave, and then froze as he stretched out his arm to rest his hand on the illuminated trunk of a tree on the other side of the footpath, blocking her exit. His fingers were long and tapered, his nails clean and well shaped. She drew in a ragged breath of sun-warmed air, inhaling with it the scent of the evening—and of him. She might as well have inhaled a dangerous hallucinatory drug, she acknowledged as her gaze lifted compulsively to his face. His eyes weren’t brown, but the cool slate-grey of the northern seas. Her gaze was dr

Celeste doesn't extend creative trust without being certain it will be honored. "That's significant," I say. "It's an opportunity." She opens the white box on the counter. "Taste this." She holds out something small and dark, chocolate, with a layer of something red in the center. I eat it. "Raspberry." "Blood orange. Common mistake." She makes a note on the small pad she carries. "It needs to read more citrus and less sweet." "It reads like something I'd order twice." She looks at me. "You're biased."