Aesthetic Book Lover Wallpaper Novels & Stories

'It better pay us off,' Aesthelia said in her mind, with determination, as she pushed the entrance door open in a very careful manner. The creaking sound echoed, which made her nervous, but once they were inside, They are greeted by a million books. The bookshelves were so huge they reached the ceiling. Aesthelia's jaw dropped just by staring at it. As a writer slash reader, it feels like she's on cloud nine. It's her dream that came true. "Why are you drooling for?" Gior inquired, perplexed. Aesthelia stared at Gior in disbelief, but before Aesthelia could even talk back, a voice asked.

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A wide rectangular room with a Grey wallpaper that has cactus rose colored swirlings on it. My feet move forward without my command, taking in the decorations of the room. Don't know which is big between this room and the one back home. Wind blows the cream colored satin curtains that cover the open balcony. Whistling in the fresh smell of the vines and wet tress.... Vines?

They are all new and ranging from the simple slippers to wear inside to beautiful high heels which I have only seen in movies. There is a huge book shelf at the right wall which is so much huge and there are even books which I had only dreamt to read just a day ago. Then, a huge cupboard filled with some more books and the exotic plants followed by gigantic window with very beautiful wooden designs at the border. I love the color in the window and it is covered with red colored curtain. I don't love the red colored curtain but I am not in the position to hate it or complain about it. The fabric is just so expensive than all the dresses I have.

It had felt real. Welcome rays of daylight and reality peeked through dark blue sheaths as his bedroom curtains came into focus. He scanned the familiar clutter that lay on the black dresser and armoire by the door, as well as on the nightstand to his right. His eyes fell to the stack of books lying there. To root himself he read the titles: The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, Running With Scissors, and Corrections. Underneath them lay Books Do Furnish a Room, photographs of home libraries he loved to look at to inspire his design creativity. He was an architect after all, even if he was a werewolf.

As I finished, I grabbed a water bottle and took a few sips. The claustrophobia was quick to get me, as I scanned the whole room, and it made me realize how gorgeous this room is. The pinkish-beige walls of the classic-style bedroom are decorated with great grace, and luxurious wallpaper with silk-screen printing with light furniture and textiles create a muted home atmosphere. A combination of textures that are similar in material and color is often used. At the same time, a more decorative layer is made in the form of a panel, of which there can be quite a lot.

I muttered with a look of awe and admiration. It was like stepping into a fantasy library. The walls were soft-tone red with flecks of black and white. Shelves and shelves of books were neatly arranged in a circular manner. In the center was a little table with an unlit scented candle and two rows of beautiful bookmarks. Three chairs were alongside. There was also a coffee maker in the corner and a soft looking couch.

The liquid inside gleamed, too viscous to be wine. A massive couch rested against the far wall, carved with intertwining shapes that looked floral. Until the flickering light revealed the truth. Skulls, serpents, and curling thorns wound through the design, stretching and turning like they were alive. The cushions gleamed as if slick, absorbing the unnatural glow in a way that made them look wet, freshly stained. As she stepped forward, she stared at the towering shelves that loomed along the walls, crammed with books bound in cracked leather and strange tools. Jars of unknown murky substances swirled, while others stayed still as death. There was no dust, no disorder.

NIVEA My generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

“But cafés need personality. What’s your brand?” She blinked at him. “Seriously,” he continued. “Are you cozy Parisian bakery? Modern minimalist? Rustic farmhouse? You need a direction before you choose colors.” She walked slowly toward the window, thinking. “I want warmth. Somewhere people can bring their laptops but also hate their dates.” “Then wallpaper might not be a bad idea.” She turned sharply. “Wallpaper?” “Not the old floral disaster kind. Textured wallpaper with subtle patterns. It adds depth to the place.”