Aesthetic Book Lover Wallpaper Novels & Stories

“I want a cover like this. Not a famous face. But honest emotion.” “Then,” he said, “you’ve already found your direction.” I moved to a row of large shelves filled with modern novels. Most of them had beautiful, eye-catching covers. I picked up a black book with a minimalist design and looked at Liam. “What do you think?” I asked. Liam raised an eyebrow. “I think it’s too dark for your book’s theme.” I chuckled and put the book back. “That’s what I thought.” We moved to another shelf. I picked up a book with a cover of a woman in a white robe staring at the horizon. “This one?”

And Vahini shared that vision down to the core of it. The walls are painted yellow, the individual beds have matching yellow blankets, and the ginormous bookshelf smack against the center wall is a dark yellow —the books arranged in the order of a rainbow curtsy of Vahini. Both of their dressers are white with little yellow sunflowers, and in fact even the old bollywood movie posters on Vahini’s side of the wall are color-coded in yellow.

The sun shone brightly, casting a soft glow on Cora's cheek as the redhead breathed softly and evenly. If one were to look around the room, one would see wall-to-wall bookshelves filled with hundreds of books that she had read. On her door and on the ceiling were posters of cats, dogs, flowers, and even some bands. Her comforter/duvet was wrapped around her and she lay on two fluffy pillows and was surrounded by a dozen more. All of the throw pillows and the comforter were yellow and had sunflower patterns on them.

Astrid went to the very corner of the library where the books that belong to the mystery section were located, she was fond of reading mystery genre books as well as horror. She already has many collections at home but she wants to explore more. "Nice," her eyes were fixed on a book when she read its title. "Arts of Death, photography and reasons." Her attention was immediately hooked by it so she hurried and picked it up and brought it to the selected table. Many things were bothering her mind while opening the book. The feeling of enthusiasm-her eyes sparked upon seeing the pictures from the book, trying to focus her eyes to the left page wherein a dead bird being pinned in a transparent w

he looked around, “You’d be surprised by the amount of people that actually come here to read.” “It seems so peaceful, Asher. It’s huge and…and beautiful,” I observed the ceiling with lighted chandeliers hanging down. The walls showed paintings of wolves and men. My eyes wandered to this one huge wall at the end of the room. I neared it. It was a wall painting of five people dressed lavishly, each one of them wearing a crown. Despite the painting's enormous size it was so very meticulously detailed. I hadn’t realized I was smiling and was so out of focus. Asher’s voice brought me back, “Do you like it?”

he had no idea how she might react so he just stood there with wide eyes_scrutinizing her living space. Aria's place was a nice little apartment. Not overly extravagant but very simple. warm and above all, has that homely vibe that could make anyone feel just at home. Her newly painted creme wall was decorated with some amazing traditional art work. Giving it a nod of approval, he turned to the other side. The study area where her bookshelf stood was to the right corner of the room, housing all her favorite books and pictures frames. On a friendly visit, Frank would have been tempted to take a closer look at those baby pictures of hers but not at that moment that she was most likely to go at

- • Alyssa's POV As I entered the room, I was immediately struck by the beautiful sight before me. The paintings on the wall seemed to blink at me, as if greeting me. The room was painted white with stunning murals hand-painted on the burnt orange and red walls. The furniture was rustic and dark, complemented by vibrant cushions. I had never seen a room with so much furniture and so many hues. The white velvet curtains hid the long windows across the room, leaving only a shy peek. The floor was polished wood, dark and free of clutter. The room looked amazing; it was designed not just to be a room, but to feel like home. I could stay here forever.

The air was heavy with the scent of aged papers, and leather-bound books that had imprinted words of inks that could barely be erased on them. Sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows up the wall, casting a warm glow on the rows upon rows of bookshelves that lined the walls. The shelves, which were works of art, crafted from rich mahogany with their surfaces polished to a gleaming shine, were reaching towards the high ceiling that seemed endless in a beautiful arrangement.

His taste for buildings and cars to crown it all, his taste for designs are top notch. As we moved deeper into the room, I couldn't help but be drawn to the intricately designed bookshelves that lined on a particular wall. They held a vast collection of literature, ranging from classic times to modern works, a testament to Alpha Galan's intellectual pursuits. I became more interested in Alpha Galan and was intrigued by his love for quality things and also books. My interest in him grew instantly as I stole quick glances at him, my eyes filled with admiration as I felt like touching his masculine face.

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?