Sleepy Aesthetic Novels & Stories

My head felt heavy and my eyes refused to open. I took a deep breaths as I thought about why this was happening. Slowly I opened my eyes and furrowed my brows at my surroundings. Where the fuck was I because this was not my room and definitely not Anzanias. This room featured sleek and sophisticated decor, clean lines, and a monochromatic color palette that created a sense of harmony and balance. The walls were painted in a soft shade of neutral grey, which provides a calming backdrop for the rest of the room's features.

He was sleeping, when he was like this he was so docile and beautiful. I took off the sweats I had been wearing and put on one of his shirts and then got into his bed. He grabbed my body and held me. His comforting warmth had me asleep. When I finally woke up my body felt refreshed and had a ghostly dull ache of exhaustion. I was alone in the bed. Grayson had left.

Every time I tried to shift, Alaric’s arm around my waist would tighten, he would frown in his sleep and refuse to let me go. However, he looked peaceful this time around, unlike how he had been this morning. His breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. His lips were drawn into a straight line, and his tousled hair framed his face in the most effortlessly attractive way— his bedroom look was really breathtaking. Everything about him was flawless to the last detail. Imagine waking up to this face every morning. “How can someone be this attractive even in their sleep?” I murmured under my breath, unable to tear my eyes away.

I have a lot to think about in terms of what this actually means, beyond becoming a prisoner in my own hellish mind. “Wakey, Wakey, sleepyhead.” Alexi brushes his fingers across my face and rouses me from a glorious sleep with that sexy huskiness of his voice and hot familiar touch of his skin, star-shaped in this huge king-size bed, my body weightless and cosy. Brain reset and finally free of both headache and heavy fatigue that was making everything foggy.

Golden light, warm and rich, outlined patterns on my eyelids. Awareness crept in slowly, wrapped in the soft, lavish embrace of the hotel bedclothes. A deep sense of warmth, security, and satisfaction remained in my limbs, a heavy richness that was unfamiliar after days of tension. The heat spectrum of the dream, that dream, the one before the club, the one so replete with sensual possibility, had somehow hemorrhaged into the actual. I canted my back, a slow sigh upon my lips, my spine so instinctively bending towards the heat pressed tightly against my back. Substantial. Real. Respiring.

The steam from the warm shower mingled with the earthy notes of a cedar-scented soap, creating a sensory symphony that enveloped the air. With each step towards the shower, the room embraced me in a cocoon of tranquility, aligning perfectly with my preference for serene and comforting aesthetics. The early morning light filtered through sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bathroom, and I couldn't help but appreciate the simple luxury of a space tailored to my liking. As the water began its tranquil descent, I reveled in the thought that Alpha Caden need not worry about my early morning routine, a routine that unfolded in a haven designed for peaceful beginnings.

Had imagined various versions of it — the version where she felt nothing, the version where she felt too much, the version where the seeing of this child produced something she could not manage, some emotion that overwhelmed the careful composure she had been building toward this. What she felt was none of those versions. What she felt was specific. Aisha was asleep. This was the first thing — the completeness of a sleeping baby, the particular surrender of small people to sleep, nothing held back, nothing managed, the total honest rest of someone who did not yet know how to be anything other than what they were. She was, Adaeze thought, beautiful.

♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ Stephane POV::: I am content with watching her just sleep, little gaspy breaths in adorable short snores coming out from her slightly open mouth. My beautiful beautiful girl. Aleen is stunning in the way that very few women can be. Even in her natural state right now, she has a full blush on her cheeks and her oval face is set like she has permanent makeup on with the high brows and perfect arch of her eyes, narrow nose and gorgeous gorgeous rosy lips. She is almost delicate as she sleeps off her orgasm. I feel pride unfurl in my chest as I watch her, proud of making her come so fully that she passes out right after. I have a long night planned for her and a lot more earth shatter

“Well, A.J. you will get used to that man leaving and lying to us. It’s his superpower.” AJ wagged his tail in acknowledgment and made his way toward a small pile of blankets that were on the floor. Sage watched as he made himself at home by curling into a brown fuzzy ball. “I think you have the right idea buddy.” She crawled into bed, and it wasn’t long before Sage was dreaming again, but this time it was something from her past. She walked around the darken building running her hand across the cluttered desks. The place looked like it had been abandoned a few years ago. She began scanning every detail but the only thing she felt like she should do was run fast as if her life depended on it

Heat rose to her neck. “I meant creatively,” she said quickly. “Surviving creative burnout.” A tense silence followed. The kind designed to make people unravel. The man on the right flipped through her portfolio. “Your aesthetic is darker than we’re used to. But compelling. There’s a sense of edge… control.” “I think luxury is about tension,” Aria said. “Desire without safety. Wanting what you shouldn’t have.” The woman narrowed her eyes, but didn’t disagree. “Mr. Vale will want to approve any final shortlist,” she said.