Sunshine Aesthetics Novels & Stories

"This is too pale..." Alyssa stood beside me with her clipboard, eyes flicking between swatches. "Should we deepen it with a shade? Maybe sunrise peach?" I smirked. Just a few weeks, and she was already learning so fast. Guess I didn't pick the wrong person after all. "Sunrise peach," I repeated softly, then smiled. "Yes, that's it. Summer isn't shy—it's bold." She grinned, jotting something down. "Bold and alive. Got it."

she exclaimed. “No you don’t, it’s freaking warm outside, you’d wish you went out naked” Amaya cautioned. “Oh my god! Should I get more sunscreen then?” She asked. Amaya smiled calmly. “You’re fine dear, you’re fine” Nina smiled back “thanks” she said and run out. Mrs. Story who was standing in the stairway smiled heartily. “It’s been a while since I saw her this happy, what’s happening?” She quizzed Amaya.

The open great room was beautiful. The polished hardwood floors were pale, and the furniture was comfortable and casual in shades of cream and turquoise with accents of coral and lime. Sunlight streamed in through the yards and yards of UV-filtering glass. Part of me longed to go out into the warm, semi-tropical sunshine, but I wasn't suicidal. At least in the modern era I could enjoy sunlight through filters, which hadn't been possible even thirty years ago.

"And why not? Are you trying to say that I'll be a distraction?" "Exactly, Sunshine. Who would want to work when there's someone like you in the room? You should know better. If you were my assistant, I'd never get any work done because I'd be too busy staring at you. I mean, have you looked at yourself? You're an angel, darling. You are irresistibly beautiful, and everything about you is amazing. Sunshine, you're an eye candy, to say the least." "Thanks for the compliments, Mr. Zach. I must confess that they make me feel so good about myself."

Even though Corinne agreed with his words, she still said, "I suggest that you go as your usual self. There's no use pretending who you're not." "Hmph! I don't believe you. After all, you were so smitten by Jeremy's look back then," said Sunny confidently. Corinne was speechless. "I'm pretty sure Xante's going to fall head over heels with me if she sees me like this," proclaimed Sunny. "I'm pretty sure she'll think you've lost your mind if she sees you like this," countered Corinne. Sunny decided to ignore Corinne. He ran over to a mirror to admire his looks before waving goodbye at her. "I should get going now. I promise I'll be back in an hour."

Emily walked toward me and pulled a card out of her bag, setting it on the table. "There's five hundred thousand dollars in there. Call it compensation." I didn't take it. "No point. None of it matters anymore." She hesitated. Her eyes landed on the pill bottles scattered by the bed. Something flickered across her face. Then she grabbed the bottles, her expression turning sour. "Nathan. I know you still have feelings for me, but pulling this kind of stunt for sympathy is pathetic." She threw the bottles in the trash. I looked up at her. That face I loved to the bone. The face I'd seen a thousand times in my dreams—smiling, crying, laughing. But never cold like this.

Completely disgusted, Pia Drew walked briskly going inside but Andrew held her hand tightly that he could feel her bones in his palm. "Remember everything you did in the library?" Andrew showed his dimpled left cheek. "Are artists supposed to be trained how to handle situations like that?" Pia Drew hardly pulled off his hand from her wrist. "Sunny, why do you hate me so much?" There was a sudden silence while their eyes met. That was the very first time Pia Drew heard him call her Sunny. "Do you expect all people to like you?" "No. That's why I want to get you to like me."

It was not that she didn’t notice about her beauty, but what made her shock was Sierra’s long silver hair. Her hair complemented the fair skin perfectly. Then, her face had the characteristics of an elegant yet fierce young woman. Her beauty would definitely make every woman jealous. Seeing the guest furrowed her brows a little, Uncle Ten’s wife quickly spoke with a trained intonation, “Dear customer, it’s a part of our daily service to provide a bucket of water,” she intentionally raised the wooden bucket higher. Sierra blinked silently and made a way for the attendant.

His Sparkling Sunshine please share your thoughts in the comment section Love you all....

"Clementine Mira. Chadd Owen. Honey Aatish." "Corentin Keanu, I present this crest to you as leader of this team." Judging from Corentin's expression, mainly his one raised eyebrow, he is confused as to why I've chosen him to be the team leader. Nevertheless, Corentin still takes the crest from me. "This is one of the mightiest crests we have here at Yellow Sun Academy," I state, "This crest represents sound." "Sound," Honey quietly repeats. "He gets sound?"