Aphmau And Aaron Wallpaper Novels & Stories

And sat down on the floor with her back against the wall and began making suggestions that were, because she was Amara, both specific and occasionally impractical and consistently moving in the direction of something true. We stayed in the room for three hours. By the end we had decided: warm white paint with the maple-tree amber-green as the window detail. Diana’s bookshelf on the east wall where the morning light hit. My mother’s fabric for the curtains a warm ivory with a very small, very specific pattern that she had found and that she said, when she found it, she knew immediately was right. A rocking chair from a shop in Brooklyn that Amara had researched on her phone while ostensibly m

Designs are carved into the walls showing witches and wolves working together. For Amora's bedroom, I keep it nice and simple. I make a nice sized bed against the far wall with a side table on each side. I add some flowers to her tables as well to make it feel a little more homey. The bed is grown out of tree roots that connect directly to the side tables. Next, for her bathroom I make it in my new signature style. Her bath is a hot spring that has a stream running through it to take out the dirty water. As a last touch, I make her walls wooden and add some carvings of a mother wolf running with a bunch of pups behind the bed.

Aaron passed an order. "Okay!" Jay was about to leave, but Aaron calls him back. "Hey, give me the phone; I will keep it in the storeroom." Aaron extended his hand to take the phone. "Okay, master." Jay handed over the phone to Aaron and stepped out of the hall. There is no lock on the phone, so the phone opens automatically to unlock. A smile appears on his face as he watches the wallpaper on the phone. The wallpaper is like - Aaron, Martin, and Peter are in the photo.

Sighing I opened the door and started to leave but Aaron held my wrist in his hold to keep me there. “You are not leaving, not before you hear me.” I again sighed and nodded, “Fine but not like this. I need privacy.” Aaron didn’t even bother to reply and still dragged me inside his insane glass office. He held my hand and walked us to his large wooden desk and picked up a remote type thingy. He pressed a button and then wow! The room turned un-transparent right in front of my eyes. The glass actually turned opaque. Technology continues to amaze me. I was still looking at the glass walls now opaque walls with wide eyes when Aaron hugged me from behind.

Amara's POV Dee took me into his house and walked away leaving me with Jordan who couldn't stop gazing at me. It made me nervous and uncomfortable so I looked around to distract myself. My eyes caught the painting on the wall and it reminded me of the one in Luciano's room, beside the wallpaper that covered the entrance into the secret room. There was thick silence in the room, so much that the sound of a pin could be heard if dropped on the floor. I stumped my feet on the floor nervously and caught him staring at me.

A large Persian rug, woven in muted shades of burgundy and gold, was spread beneath a glass coffee table. On the far wall hung two large paintings, one of a misty forest and another of a wolf standing proud against a mountain backdrop. Between them was a fireplace with intricate carvings along its mantel, and above it, a framed black-and-white photo of Aaron as a child, sitting on his father’s shoulders. “Come on, let me show you to your room.”

A maid led me upstairs quietly. The hallway smelled faintly of polished wood and expensive cologne. Everything here screamed wealth. But it also felt lonely. She stopped in front of a large door. Before she could knock, the door opened. And there he was. Aaron stood there in grey sweatpants and a loose black shirt that hung slightly against his frame. His golden-brown curls were messy like he’d been dragging his hands through them all day. And his eyes... God. He looked exhausted. But beautiful. Sharp jaw.

The candlelight painted shadows across the stone walls, and for the first time in days, silence held him like a fragile cloak. The door creaked. Aaron stepped inside, clad in a dark robe loosely tied at his waist, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. He carried a small wooden jar of balm in one hand, a strip of linen in the other. For a heartbeat, both men stilled. “You could’ve knocked,” Alaric said flatly, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “I could’ve,” Aaron agreed, setting the balm on the table. “But I didn’t trust you not to pretend you were fine and then bleed out like a stubborn wolf.”

— he said at once. He didn't even give me a sideways glance. I shook my head and turned around, looking at Aaron's room. It was the same color as his office downstairs. Blue walls with gold details. His bed was an enormous king-size adorned by a large canopy, with velvet curtains hanging around it. There was also a library, with many books. So he liked to read. Like me. There was a fireplace with a huge TV hanging over it, and two doors on either side, which I assumed were the closet and bathroom.

Aria mind linked me. “Ok.” I linked back. After a second Aaron took all his close off except his boxers. “SHIFT.” Aria said to Aaron. I heard a sickening snap and watched as Aaron’s bones started to snap and reform until there was a big ass wolf standing in front of me. He was awesome, I thought he would be brown like his hair, but he was red like a sunset. I really wanted to pet him, but I knew better. You don’t pet another dude unless you are dating.