Aesthetic Book Lover Wallpaper Novels & Stories

First I looked around her house. It wasn't a huge house, more on the smaller side but it was the cute kind of small. All the walls were covered in wooden planks so it gave a kind of cottage vibe. And all the decorations were in pastel colors which was the complete opposite of her personality. And to top everything off she had these shelves lining almost every part of the walls and they were all full of books. Romantic books by the look of it. And they all looked very well loved. You can understand now why it was all so confusing to me.

Everything was impeccably clean, and the vintage theme of the space never failed to impress me. Curious, I wandered over to Yohan’s bookshelves and selected a book to read while waiting for him. His collection was diverse, filled with an interesting mix of genres. Just as I was about to start reading, my eyes landed on his laptop, still open on his desk. Thinking to shut it down for him, I walked over and pressed a key to wake the screen. The moment the desktop appeared, my breath hitched. His wallpaper. A man and a woman kissing at sunset near the sea.

I said. In fact, I was thrilled with the room. I had a lovely art deco desk with modern touches like the holes for my computer wires and a dedicated space for a coffee mug or teacup. There were two soft brown leather chairs in front of my desk, curtains draping on either side of the French doors currently open to the balcony, and photos of the girls interspersed with some medium-sized prints of paintings I liked, such as Monet’s Water Lilies and Bierstadt’s Sunset over the River. I had a sofa up against the far wall that matched the chairs with throw pillows that complemented the paintings, and as I breathed in, I scented the flowers of the gardens below.

Walking inside, she grabbed a piece of paper and held it out for me. It was a picture of a black wall with an alternating pattern of dark wood. There were lanterns hung on either side on the wood center. This must have been her inspo picture, and she was hitting it perfectly. The right wall was floor to ceiling bookshelves of matching stain. A small black metal chandelier was already hung from the ceiling. Black metal handles were on all the cabinets to tie everything together. “You did a great job!” Handing the paper back to her, she got a big smile on her face.

Does that still qualify even if he didn’t use tools? He carries me along the balcony, allowing me to glance down at the floor below, but pauses. I glance at him, then look to the side, my eyes widening as I suddenly understand what Belle felt in Beauty and the Beast. Jartre sets me down and I push open the shutter doors to the most gorgeous home library. It’s not ostentatious like what the beast gave Belle, it’s much smaller, intimate, and cosy with a single couch and ottoman. The walls are lined floor to ceiling with books with a stunning view of the ocean, but the view is slightly obscured by the plants of the island, which casts a dim light over the room creating the perfect ambience for

Like a secret asking to be seen. I pushed it gently. The room wasn’t fully lit. Just a reading lamp in the corner casting soft shadows across the walls. The air was filled with the scent of white roses and cinnamon. The walls were decorated with small paintings. Flowers, a few abstract ones in colors that felt strangely familiar. On a glass shelf, a row of slender books about interior design, a few architecture journals, even a couple of classic novels. And on the side table, a single photo in a silver frame.

Her world, and he loved how everything connected with the woman he knew. The apartment was fairly bigger than their unit at Paradise Peak, but it was ten times fuller. The bright teal walls were covered with framed photographs, calendars, notes, and hasty watercolor images. There were stacks of papers on every flat surface, even on the beige carpet that covered the wooden floor. Books of every volume were either spread out or shoved haphazardly in their shelves. There were tiny structures of logos and product packages on the tables and drawers, all covered in a fine layer of dust.

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

The room emanated an aura of sophistication and refinement, with its meticulously curated black-themed decor. As one stepped into the study, a sense of calmness and quietude permeated the air. The walls, adorned with tasteful artwork, provided a visual feast for the eyes, while the soft lighting cast an intimate ambiance. Bookshelves lined the walls, their shelves filled with a vast collection of knowledge and wisdom.