Shameless Aesthetics Novels & Stories

It was mine. Alyssa slowly flipped open her packet, pretending to be unimpressed. “And what exactly do you think Weston wants to desire?” she asked smoothly. “You’ve been away for years. Surely you’ve forgotten that people here don’t care about philosophy or art. They want status. Visibility. They want to be envied.” I tapped a section of the packet and met her gaze directly. “That’s exactly what we’re giving them. This collection isn’t about blending in. It’s about presence. Clean lines. Strong shapes. Colors that bite. Textures that whisper. Everything about it screams confidence.”

Sharmaine is standing in front of the mirror, she is wearing a snow white dress, her body is slim and attractive, her face is as beautiful as a sculpture, the most beautiful things in the world are concentrated on Sharmaine, she has smooth skin like silk, she has eyes as beautiful as the sky, and lips as luscious and plump as acerola. She touched her face, tears slowly falling down her cheeks, today she would be a sinner, she would become an obnoxious person and forever lose the qualification to be the person Augustus loved.

And that even by these shameless girls who can't even compare to her hair. “Of course,” Layla replied proudly, earning a hateful glare from them in the process. They were frustrated and fuming. For the first time, they felt they have met someone who is more shameless than them. Their shallow mind was incapable of realizing how wrong their thinking was. Layla had nothing to be ashamed of. After all, it wasn’t anything illegal or shameful. Only narrow-minded people would feel ashamed of having lesser money than others.

She stepped out of her skirt, then her stockings, until she stood naked on the cold concrete, her skin pale against the grey backdrop. Alistair didn't rush. He circled her slowly, like a sculptor examining a block of unhewn marble. The sound of his leather shoes was the only noise in the room. "Shoulders slumped," he noted. "Tension in the lower back. You are holding onto your shame like a shield." "It's cold," she whispered. "Cold is a sensation. Shame is a choice. Stand straight. Chin up. Chest out." Maya obeyed, her muscles locking. She felt exposed, not just physically, but fundamentally.

But the way her body had answered anyway, the way sensation had drowned out fear for brief, terrible seconds. Not the fear. Not the cruelty. Not the powerlessness. But the intensity… the unbearable need… the relief of each release he tore from her… Shame slammed into her so hard the breath punched from her lungs. It felt like falling through a trapdoor inside herself and landing in something ugly she hadn’t known was there. “No,” she whispered, voice cracking. “No, no, no—”

How shameless. I'm one of the most powerful and manipulative person in the world. Just by a flick of my fingers, I can do anything I want.. His confident applause but when I fired him his face looks glamorously fubsly. Athena starts to eat. ""Don't you think I'm cool?"" I asked athena while she's biting her large size steak. She looks money and by the mix of pig. I can't tell exactly. She's beautiful but

Aesthetic's POV: “ I see… “ I murmured while looking at Spade's cold eyes then gulped many times to settle this uncomfortable feeling. “ I’m Aesthetic, but you can all call me Thea. “ I stated while wearing a fake smile on my face. How can I even smile if I know that I was sorrounded by these non-human creatures? They're all gorgeous but the fact that they have some hidden fangs inside their mouths make me wanna run away from here.

“Someone who understands aesthetics.” She blinked. “You?” His grin widened. “Me.” Ashley lifted an eyebrow. “Ace, you can barely color inside the lines.” He leaned in, voice low. “But I can make people want things. That is branding.” “Branding, not manipulation.” “Same toolbox,” he shrugged. “Different paintbrush.” She hated that he had a point. He spun her gently by the shoulders until she faced the burnt wall where her mural used to be. “Picture it,” he murmured behind her. “New mural. High-contrast style. Viper-themed, but not corny. A signature wall people travel to see. Something that screams Ashley.”

Beauty said, standing in between them like a peacemaker. "She is so superficial, it stinks," Shelley replied. "I didn't mean it like that," Lisa replied with a frown. "How did you mean it?" Shelley replied, her voice rising just enough to catch the attention of a few nearby guests. "I-I was talking about aesthetics. I just wanted a certain look," Lisa said, suddenly flustered. "A certain look?" Shelley cut in, with her eyes blazing. "Please, continue. Tell me how my twin sister, who's been nothing but kind to you, didn't make the cut because she doesn't fit your P*******t board wedding. Go ahead, say it with your chest."

She watched his face. He coloured. “I guess.” “That is in your head, you know, Raven,” she told him. “That shame. It is like beauty. What does it matter what others find beautiful, if the person or people you’re f-king finds you beautiful? Why is it shameful to find pleasure in what we do? Because it is not what people think of as normal? But who decided that? And what was their motivation in doing so?” “F-k,” he said with a rueful grin. “Are you some sort of closet psychologist, Vixen?”