Thirteen Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I arrived at work tired. I really should not have stayed out that long with Grayson. I couldn't help but be excited by him. Everything about him was thrilling. I was going to his practice after work today. I was excited to see him in action. The best part about athletes are their well toned bodies. "Zee, Zuhair", I looked up and stopped day dreaming about Grayson's naked body. "My bad Liné."

An ideal world where no competition is allowed, only a crowd, which despite being exhausted, is relentless when it comes to one day reaching the standards of beauty that belong to them. That is why, tonight, I choose to challenge everything he believes in by clinging to the theory that yes, aesthetic beauty is certainly attractive, but over time, one will need something more to keep the admiration burning like a flame. This may be intelligence, charismas, or a lost soul for those who love to mend one. The pity being that, most of the time, this becomes a rip-off. For when plunging into the depths of another, one may be startled to discover that our pure desire does not match at all with our

"Oh, gods. Kaelen is going to pay for this." "He said women enjoy the discussion of aesthetic botanicals," Astance muttered, sounding genuinely wounded. He sat back, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "I am trying, Marie. It is... exceptionally difficult to be pleasant when my instinct is to simply bar the door and ensure no one bothers you for the next decade." Internal Monologue (Marie): He’s staring at me again. He’s doing that thing where he thinks he’s being soulful, but he actually looks like he’s calculating how many seconds it would take to snap my neck if I were an assassin. Say something. Anything.

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.

He didn’t at all give any turn for any students to try to weave their way into his good books. She tried to act uninterested until Chloe raised her hand to ask a question when calls were made. “Professor, from the studies I’ve read, I believe aesthetics are more key than the actual design in sculptures and structures. I want you to speak on that, since you argued in my report my assignment’s topic was lacking,” Chloe argued. “You’re still insisting aesthetics should take the lead? Even after my lecture and thesis?” He said to Chloe, and Chloe’s cheeks heated. She felt embarrassed, and Sadie saw this as an opportunity to talk back to Lorenzo and to fight for her friend in a way.

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.

Lumen generated a new internal diagnostic: The Aesthetics of Endurance. It realized that beauty, in the colony model, was a function of survival. An object was beautiful not because it was new, but because it had been repaired with intent. The machine began to adjust the "Citywide Aesthetic Protocol" to favor visible repairs over seamless replacements.

“How delicious your hope will taste when it shatters.” The fog shifted, and for a single breath, Aria saw him. The Thirteenth. Not his true form—just a glimpse. A tall figure cloaked in shadows, eyes like pits of endless night. His presence bent the air around him and made the world groan. Kael snarled, his aura flaring protectively. Aria stood tall. “You’ll have to do more than scare us with tricks.” The Thirteenth smiled. “Oh, I intend to. But not yet. I want you to reach me, Aria. I want to see you break with your own hands.”

“I am a function of aesthetic efficiency. Your territory has become a noisy subplot. I am here to quiet it down. To make it… readable.” It gestured with its stylus. From its book, a beam of flat, white light shot out and touched our cottage wall. Where it touched, the texture of the wood—the grain, the knots, the subtle variations in color—smoothed out into a featureless, beige plane. It wasn't erased; it was genericized. This was the worst invasion yet. They weren't trying to destroy or control. They were trying to make us boring. “Over my dead, highly specific body,” I snarled, lightning crackling at my fingertips.

its name was now treated as scum, well at least jane’s jeans was now scum, and that is a bad thing because now we had to travel elsewhere and we have to stay together and staying together is not something that is advisable at this moment. “but one thing I’m not happy about is the fact that I am leaving my mom alone” I nod at her because it definitely isn’t advisable, at this moment, that Miss Martha is such a wicked character, and I definitely am getting so tired of hearing anything concerning her ceramics company, and you know the fun-fact about this so-called Martha, well it’s the fact that she also has an unlucky jean brand, that is so unrecognized, and now she used her power, influence a