Oranges Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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.

It was the same sensation he had experienced when he first met Oriana. Johari was a stunning young woman, with skin the color of toasted coffee, smooth and soft in appearance. Her face carried an exotic allure: dark brown eyes framed by long, feathery lashes; fine eyebrows with a gentle arch; full lips in a soft shade of pale pink. Her heart-shaped face was the perfect complement to a medium-height, slender body with pronounced curves at the waist and hips.

Just oranges. An aggressive quantity of oranges. Enough oranges to support a small civilization. The receptionist looked up as he stared at the boxes. “We asked around.” “And?” “No one knows who sent them.” Mrs. Holt walked into the lobby at exactly the wrong moment. Or the right moment. Depending on perspective. “Wonderful.” Adrian looked suspicious. “What exactly is wonderful?” “The oranges.” “That answer concerns me.” “I already have plans.” “Of course you do.” Interesting. Very interesting. By lunchtime the oranges had somehow become marmalade, fruit baskets, decorative arrangements, and what Mrs. Holt confidently described as a citrus strategy.

His inherent aroma enveloped me, and it was so captivating that I pressed my face into the cloth for a moment longer than necessary. As I glanced up, I noticed him sitting on the side of the bed. He tilted his head down a bit while meticulously removing the skin from an orange. He looked up at me. As soon as his gaze connected with mine, they brightened. “Ah, you’re up,” he said, offering a slight smile. He raised a peeled segment of orange and brought it closer to my lips. “Would you like some?” I paused, looking back and forth between his hand and his face.

Rozelyn privately murmured to herself. “Get dressed, sweetie. We’re going to pick some apples.” *** The orchard was crowded and echoing with revelry. Some are having picnics and some are taking their lovers for a toast. The center building’s façade was carved like a blooming rose. Its lofty pillars are designed in Corinthian style. The place was filled with various fruits and a myriad of flora. There are roses, tulips, orchids, apples, pears, mangoes and all kinds of berries.

A dream that I want to forever continue dreaming. A smile on my lips, as I brought out my hand to remove the hair from his face. I want to have the opportunity to see how handsome Orlan is when he's still asleep. Removing the hair that covers his face... My smile grew wider because he was more handsome than I had imagined. He has a serious expression on his face and at the same time a peaceful face. Right now, his fair Olive skin seems like that of a newborn baby. Orlan will define lips as Damn attractive, and he's currently facing me as he sleeps.

The orange hue of a sunset majestically spread across the skies. Care glanced above with a silly smile. The mood indeed contributes to one's perspective, she realized. Yesterday, she was indifferent to the beauty of nature and uninterested in little things that bring forth joys. Whereas now, she seemed an idiot for finding the swaying of trees adorable.