Weird Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I went further and fucked myself with my finger to calm down my clenching pussy, and soon I relaxed. The moment I was done, I was ashamed of myself. I couldn't allow myself to feel attracted to the man. He was wicked. I decided I would watch a couple of movies to see if maybe I would find a new face for my fantasies. As things were, this seemed like the only way I would be getting a release for the rest of my miserable life. I might as well get creative.

I look at Joel and laugh. "He's growing on you, isn't he?" I ask while we make our way outside. "He's a good guy, I guess, but can't he look a little disheveled or have fewer muscles or something?" I bite my lip and shrug. "I don't know if you want him to look disheveled. That's what women call the bedroom look, and it's hot." His arm tightens around me, and I have to turn so he can't see me laughing.

Fuck. Cars. And fuck more. It was supposed to be the motto of my life. A cheesy slogan people go by nowadays. What do they call it? Yes. Aesthetic. My aesthetic was supposed to be a carefree playboy—fucking everything walking. Fuck. I was well aware and needlessly proud of my looks. I’d fuck myself too if I could.

But then again, he is huge so I do not know how I would harm him. I watch in surprise as the wolf in front of me closes his eyes and starts to shake. At first, I worry that he is spasming or something but then something amazing happens. The wolf before me starts to faze in and out, the fur retracting into the skin as the claws and jaw recedes. Within seconds the wolf is gone but a man is laying in its place. I stand there shocked; I cannot believe what I have just seen but at the same time I know that I am safe in this man’s presence. I have always been frightened of men; they have always been the ones to harm me rather than women.

“I just have standards.” “Standards? Who needs them anymore?” I counter, digging through the pile as if I’m on a treasure hunt. “Living life in a state of beautiful chaos is my aesthetic.” “Yeah, well, it’s not cute when you’re late to everything,” she replies, smirking. “But I guess that’s the sacrifice for your ‘aesthetic.’” “Late? Me? Never,” I say, waving my hand dismissively. “I prefer to think of it as ‘fashionably late.’”

Impatiently, he kicked the hospital bed and snapped, "Stop pretending. It's just a little anesthetic. Do you need to sleep for so long? Get up. I made you get cosmetic surgery for your own good. Don't act like it's such a huge grievance." Of course, I couldn't answer him. I was dead. Livid, James lifted the sheet and kicked me off the bed and to the ground. "Stop playing dead! Have you learned your lesson or not?" The sheet covering me fell to the ground as well, revealing my ashen face. It wasn't a complexion that a living human could have. I hadn't had the chance to heal after the cosmetic surgery, so my face was still swollen and ruddy. James frowned when he saw me. "You're still so ugly.

V "Not the frightening dreams again; I will never let that happen, it felt so real. I will save my family; I will get out of here" “It’s about midnight, the cool and gentle breeze will be blowing by now. I remember setting my bound hair loose, feeling the soft but harsh power of the wind, sending cold shivers down my nape; the blinding bright lights illuminating the street would be lit. So sad I can’t see or feel any of that; these great white-cornered walls would not stop me from reminiscing about the beauty of taking a night walk; "Who would have thought this beautiful street conceded an Asylum?!"

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.

He didn't know all this time, Rey's eyes widened as the saliva ran down her face again. "My key can't see me dirty right now, because I still have to bathe it later. Too bad, I can't touch your body right now!" Aldo chuckled looking at Rey who was slightly shuddering in horror in front of him. Making Aldo's pleasure increase, the more afraid the more delicious. Truly an aura that he had rarely encountered before, only the aura of a human that always made him happy and excited again. And of all the humans he met, Key was the only one who didn't have that aura. The girl always showed a shy aura that made Aldo happy.

He finally introduced me to Selene, she seemed a bit standoffish each time we were together but she didn't go out of her way to be rude to me. She looked like Jordan Alexander from Gossip Girl 2.0, the shitty new season that was very cringe, regardless of this I still managed to watch it all. "It must be nice to travel so much whilst some of us are working shitty jobs every day," I said after she finished a story about their recent trip to France. Fuck. I looked at Grayson to see if he was thinking about the fact that I still do porn, but his face didn't betray any emotions. We were still to discuss that shit that he said about me doing porn.