Aesthetic Jojo Wallpaper Novels & Stories

he said and disappeared into the kitchen. “Okay,” she said with a small smile. She walked further into the living room. The back wall was all glass. The view was amazing and the sky was clear. A perfect night for fireworks. Joanna looked around at the expensive furnishings. The walls were white. The white cushy looking couch could seat six people. The throw pillows were blue and red to offset the white in the living room. There were two matching armchairs on each side of the sitting area. A square thick Italian marble coffee table finished the area off. Joanna sat down on the couch and looked around the room so more. There was a built-in book shelves on the left wall. A little sitting area w

One day she would get to fulfill her dreams, all on her own, beholden to no one. Feeling sleepy, Joey lay back and admired the intricate mural covering the ceiling. It depicted an ancient battle with wild-eyed men riding bareback on stallions, wielding giant swords. The enemies in the painting resembled crusaders. Her eyes wandered back to the Arabic warriors. A fearsome man positioned at the front of the foray looked remarkably similar to Khalid, who must’ve posed for the dramatic piece. She giggled at the vanity of the garish artwork. “Joey, is that you?” Meg stood in the doorway holding a stack of folders. She looked stylish in a white shirt, flared navy skirt and flaming red stilettos.

Not just nice, not just expensive—perfect in a way that made my throat tight and my eyes burn with unexpected tears. The walls were painted in a soft blue with white clouds drifting across the ceiling—like the sky Jace was always staring at, always pointing to with excited declarations about what shapes he could see. One entire wall was covered in a mural of his favorite superheroes, each one rendered in vivid detail that would have cost a fortune. The bed was shaped like a race car, something Jace had been begging for since he'd seen one in a furniture store months ago. I'd told him maybe for his birthday, knowing I couldn't afford it but hating to disappoint him.

But the walls were so high that it would prove to be expensive to buy rolls of wallpaper that could cover that height. The lounge area was resting on deep gray and white tiles arranged by a professional and designed by a best interior designer or architect. The tiles did not reflect the light. There were white couches and sofas that filled each space and between each set was a pillar made of shiny dynamite tiles. She could see her reflection in one of the nearest pillars. Too bad the gray curtains that flew from the ceiling to the floor were closed covering the type of window and the view they would give. “This way!” Juma’s voice easily brought her out of her stupor.

Leo reassures me as we head to the table he had reserved for us. The hotel has an aesthetic charm to it, more or less like Leo’s style. The grey matte and brown walls embody a blend of elegance and charm. Half of the wall is covered in midnight blue wallpaper that kind of reminds me of the deep ocean that encloses a lot of dangerous sea animals. The seats are u-shaped and leather-textured and were rather a bit uncomfortable due to their straight-like nature. It is quite elegant I must say. “I hope your girl is time-conscious, you know how I feel about punctuality,” I say after ten minutes of waiting.

Which means no one else can see in either. Finally, a win. Inside, it’s surprisingly serene. There’s a single bed in the centre, neatly made with bedding in white, cream, and soft sage greens. It gives off forest vibes, like someone tried to make this tiny square feel calm, maybe even healing. The entire back wall is covered in wallpaper that looks like an enchanted forest at dawn. It’s the complete opposite of everything outside. No cold concrete, no militarised testosterone fog. In here, it almost feels like I can breathe.

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?"

A kind, energetic, old lady. Jai and Darrion glanced at each other with curious look before walking to the counter. Aside from the furnitures, the walls are cream in color with a single, thick red line that looked like it was a relief design. The line’s position is in line with the average height of normal people sitting. So the line is around thirty centimetres from the surface of the tables. The flooring is not marble nor dirt, but it was a simple maroon colored tiles. The furnitures are made from wood and it was polished well, making it compliment the floor’s dark but shiny surface. They are of the classic simple design of a small kiosk.

Looked at the wallpaper. Damn it. She hadn’t even noticed it before he said anything. It was a soft gray, subtle patterns woven through, barely there unless you really looked. It was—fine. Normal. But now she was backed into a corner, and she refused to let him be right. "It’s awful," she said firmly. "I hate it." Jake grinned. "Liar." She scowled. "I do. It’s ugly." "It suits you." Lila blinked. "Excuse me?"

Jojo murmuring softly desperately. “Are you crazy, Jo? !! If we get caught, we're finished. We’re done! BOOM!!… ”replied Vika in panic after hearing his crazy idea. "I know, but my instincts never gone wrong ..." said Jojo confidently while he pulled out his smartphone from his pocket and hand it over to Arissa who still stunned of his crazy request before. “You were born to be a super model, Arissa...” Jojo showed some of her pictures in his smartphone to Arissa who dressed up as an oriental lady in one of his projects a year ago. Meanwhile, Vika nodded vigorously at them both. Showing her agreement.