Sirius Black Aesthetic Novels & Stories

But the twist that Sarte had brought in, taking Ember's suggestion, was that it wasn't a perfect heaven. There were black and dark undertones to the whole decoration like vines and weeds, shards of black glass and paint splattered on the pure whites. It looked gorgeous and perfectly depicted the idea that such a heavenly atmosphere was taken over by something dark and sinister. Everyone's eyes went wide as the theme started registering in their minds. Ember could see a little sense of confusion in Mr. and Mrs. Davis's faces but they sat patiently, waiting.

“The design is flawless, Myriam. The reinforced glass you selected is top-tier, silver-laced, and energy-efficient. They’re built to withstand a full-scale pack assault, as you requested. Why are you suddenly trying to change the specs?” “I wanted black obsidian frames.” “No. You demanded white marble frames, which we confirmed four times during the blueprints. The obsidian will look like a funeral pyre against this stone.” “But I want the black.” “We’ve already forged the white. We’ve installed the white. You want my crew to rip out the entire security perimeter?” “Yes.” She reached out, her fingers grazing his bicep. “And I don't expect to be billed for the 'misunderstanding.'”

His beautiful blond hair was stained by blood, and his blue eyes looked scarier than the scene in front of him. Near to him has a beautiful woman that has black skin with peaked and long ears. She had an attractive face with her exuberant curly hair and her whiskey color eyes; The lovely soft lips were a straight line. She had a puckered forehead because of a full of sadness scowl. She had an ax in her beautiful and full of scratched hands; the ax was heavy and dropping blood and was getting cold slowly. It was difficult to say whose it was the blood, either hers or the bodies on the battlefield. A roar from the sky took the couple who were on the giants' corps out of their thoughts. These g

Living a life he wished terribly that he lived. And then their looks.... Due to his ancestry, Axel was cursed to be slim, looking like he had no muscles after all, even though his Father did, and even Mother and possibly the other generations above him, except of course, the first founder. His extremely Great Grandfather. And his skin, so flawless and pale that looked horrible with blood did not help and white long hair that made him look sickly... But Sirius... With his black Raven hair that was short and always receding, gold eyes that seemed to glow at everything, and a skin and biceps that he could have killed for, because he never had it, no matter how hard he trained....

They are wearing more makeup and their dresses got magically shorter. “Good evening.” I answer. “Do you need help?” They fake a shy smile and run their fingers through their long hair. One of them places her hand on the Black Tiger’s shoulder, “What’s your name?” she asks with a melodious tone. I can't stop staring at her hand and I suddenly got scared for her. You never know what might happen. The Black Tiger doesn't seem to care. He peacefully takes his glass and sips his martini. The other girl moves next to him and tightens her arms around her sides to bring out her chest. Pitiful.

The car slowed. I looked up instinctively. We had stopped. I blinked as I looked out the window. In front of us stood a towering glass-fronted building, its name displayed in clean, bold lettering. BW. A Blackwood (BW) flagship. My brows lifted slightly. Of course. I had heard about it. Everyone had. A luxury fashion label under the Blackwood Group—favored by celebrities, influencers, the elite crowd. The kind of place where a single piece could cost more than a year’s salary for most people.

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I don't pay for any of that. I pay my entrance fee in cash. I don't want them to track my name through my cards; I'm a bit suspicious about security. But as soon as I enter, I notice that the place is large and beautiful. All in black and red, which, according to the study of colors, are said to stimulate appetite and libido. I've studied a bit about how colors can affect the brain. I'm a builder. I design buildings and love colors. I've learned a bit about how to stimulate hunger, libido, calmness, and other emotions. But the black attracts me out of curiosity. Everything hidden under veils, everything concealed. The night enchants me, black veils, black suits, black glasses, black decorati

Amelia adjusted her blazer as she stepped into the grand lobby of Black Tower. The space was as intimidating as its owner: sleek, modern, and unapologetically commanding. Polished black marble floors reflected the pristine glass walls, and a massive geometric chandelier cast intricate patterns of light across the space. A steady hum of professionalism filled the air as employees moved with purpose. She approached the front desk, where a woman in a sharp suit greeted her with a knowing smile. “Ms. Hayes, Mr. Black is expecting you. Please follow me.”