Weird Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I swayed my head. "Dude, within every disadvantage lies and advantage." Akin said. "And within every shitty marriage lies a divorce." I grinned and they guffawed. "But can't you not divorce her and still have Star as your side chic or something?" Mefisto suggested. "No, I don't want that shortie in my life." I said. "What if I fall for her? God forbid that! Even if I do, I'll come back to my senses and divorce her." I said.

“The North is barren. How exactly are you going to draw the interests of people?” “Aesthetics.” “And how exactly is that going to work?” “The same way every capital city works. If you make something beautiful, people are not going to worry about if it is fundamentally functional.” “Is that why you invited Lady Borisque from Ducroft even though people would know you’re still alive?”

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.

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While some bold ones were actually sleeping. Rabbit, however, looked one blink away from collapsing face-first onto his desk. Noah’s eyes narrowed slightly. “…and Wilde uses aestheticism not merely as philosophy,” he continued evenly, voice smooth as he resumed pacing slowly across the front of the room, “but as a shield. Dorian’s obsession with beauty becomes an excuse to separate himself from consequence.” Rabbit’s head dipped again. This time lower. A strand of white hair slipped across his face as he blinked heavily. His pink eyes were surrounded by a sea of pale red.

“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.

I kept opening the pages of the book but could not pinpoint a particular solution. As for now, I can't stop the attraction until I am past my bloom of youth or when my hormones stop fluctuating. My mind flashed back to those I have been attracted to. I was attracted to Kabir because he was cute and charming. My second attraction which was Daniel was a weird one because I like his angry face which looks attractive to me. Ife, my third attraction has this killer smile and that kept me in a craving state. Bazeet facial features made me have this sparkle that glows in my body, his pink lips drew me.

All I can do is stare at Darragh Ryan with bugged out eyes. Fate has to be playing a joke. My aesthetic is delicate, sweet, romantic, cottagecore. His aesthetic is—the pants I wore all last week are fine. No shirt, no shoes, no problem. Haircuts are for the weak. I kill things with my bare hands in human form. I’ve been through hell and seen the other side. Tingles race across my skin as my stomach drops. When does it end?