Aesthetic Booktok Wallpaper Novels & Stories

She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm. “Even if it means Mom crying all night,” Estelle chimed in from across the room, rolling her eyes dramatically. Crystal shot her a mock glare and defended herself. “You don’t understand the beauty of a good book. So what if it’s sad? If the author can move you to ugly tears, it means they have written something truly special.” She turned back to Arielle, her expression softening. “That’s what makes this book so good.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Arielle said, nodding fervently. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!”

Quietly and perfectly. I remembered the kind of books she loved. Those textured covers, cream pages with that faint golden sheen, the ones she used to call “aesthetic enough for my chaos.” I found one. Imported, leather-bound, the kind that screamed her style. Then I made sure every design from her ruined sketchbook was replicated exactly—no detail missing, not a single curve or stroke lost. I made sure no one tampered with it, not even the ink. Now, as she walked toward the school gate clutching it, I could see how she traced her fingers along the edge like she was touching something sacred.

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She smiles, and I nod, as w esay bye, and I end the call. ___________ I walk into the bookshop, I'm wearing a blue sundress, my hair is plaited into a bun, glasses perched on my nose, and a nude bag. I stare round the bookshop, It's aesthetic, giving p*******t-y vibe, I smile, loving the decor, and the music playing softly, I recognize it as one of Halsey's masterpiece - Clementine. "Hello." I smile at the woman behind the counter, I look at the book she's reading, and I smile in approval.

"I have something amazing." "Okay?" "Like really amazing." She held something up to the camera. A book. Beautiful high-quality cover. "Recognize this?" she asked. I squinted at the screen. I couldn't see clearly from the distance. "Not from here." "It's a Virgil Abloh lookbook. From his Off-White days." My eyes widened. "What? How did you—" "Friend of a friend. Got it yesterday." She was practically vibrating with excitement. "We need to go through this together. It's incredible inspiration for your brand. The aesthetic, and even more the approach—"

“Haven’t you said it before?” “Yes, but maybe they don’t remember and reading this will make them understand this book better. So yes,” She is suddenly facing the wall beside her, “I want you guys to read the first book. ‘Asteria: The Fey King’s Mate’. It’s exclusively on N******t, so I couldn’t upload it here. I am sorry for that, I really am but this will make you understand a lot of things better and I hope you like it.”

Somehow, my mind feels at ease even just a couple of seconds mesmerizing the beauty here in the gazebo. This is my favorite spot, honestly, I don't feel comfortable in my room. I don't like the wall paint although Mom said that light pink is my favorite color. I prefer an aesthetic wallpaper making the place cozy, neat, clean, and elegant. But of course, I can't voice that out. "Miss Avi?"

Each section was clearly labelled, handwritten in black ink on what looked like old parchment, and I let my fingers brush over the top of the smooth stones as I passed. There were shelves on every wall, stacked high with books: some looked old and worn, whilst others looked like new-age literature, freshly printed with glossy, colourful covers. There were wall hangings of all different shapes and sizes, some with chakras on, some with celestial patterns, and others with abstract shapes and sewn in earthy colours. I wondered if this was where Aradia had found my wall hanging, and the thought of her in here, shopping for me, made my heart swell.

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Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.