April Wallpaper Aesthetic Novels & Stories

As soon as they stepped inside the place, the girl's eyes widened as she observed every inch of the floor. It was the synonym of all refinement and luxury everywhere, characteristics that elevated the concept of a splendid or majestic apartment, even if it was not exactly the taste of the young woman. But she had to admit that Rashid had good taste. There was a huge kitchen with the latest appliances, attractive with its black and white gray tone colors. Three colors that highlighted the sumptuousness surrounding the site. It was quite a pretty combination, though she would still prefer a warmer choice. Even so, she confessed that she liked it.

~Nella~ The office that morning was nothing like it had been before. Victoria’s influence had transformed every inch of the space, imbuing it with an energy that was both fresh and electrifying. What was once a plain entrance now had a beautiful, elegant foyer.The air seemed charged with possibility, as if the building itself had been reborn. Outside, a towering digital screen flashed vibrant 3D advertisements for Elevé’s latest cosmetic line, its vivid hues of pink and lilac dominating the screen like a piece of moving art. Inside, the transformation was just as striking. Everywhere I looked, there were bursts of color — soft pinks, delicate lilacs, and pure whites — blending seamlessly wit

Martin followed behind her, his steps steady but his expression unreadable. The room smelled faintly of vanilla and fresh linens, the way the hotel staff always prepared it for her. April tossed her handbag and coat onto the bed, a little too forcefully, before turning back to him. Something in her chest stirred like a storm brewing, and she couldn’t stop herself as she crossed the room in quick strides, her hands gripping his shirt as she pushed him against the wall and kissed him.

The nursery wallpaper is the color of a summer dawn—soft yellow, innocent, untainted. It’s a lie. Everything in this house is a lie, even the silence. Especially the silence. I run my palm over the textured paper, tracing the embossed pattern of small, silver stars. They’re sharp under my fingertips. One. Two. Three. Four. I count the stars in a square foot of wall space. I try to anchor myself to the present. To the weight in my womb. To the fact that I am still breathing.

The suite was expensive-looking. April sat on the soft four-poster bed, as she tried her best to focus on work before she prepared for the evening party. She was going to dazzle everyone, and command attention like she always had done. A confident woman was sure to get the deal. April woke up with a start as she heard the knock on her door. She guessed she must have been really tired to just fall asleep while working. At least she had managed to forget the handsome hunk from earlier. Well, maybe she didn't since she was mentioning him again.

The walls were all painted in white and there was hardly any trace of handprints and disgusting notes on the walls rather, a small notice board which hung beside the door had all written information plastered on it. April ignored Yara, taking a peek outside before shutting the door behind her. Yara huffed out aloud, "can you fucking tell me why you brought me to the restroom? " April spurned around, a cold glare fixed on her face as she titled her lips into a smirk, "to give you my little warning." Yara arched her brows, "so you're going to beat me up to do that?" April stared at her in mock humor, bursting into a round of dry laughter, "no dear, I'm not a lowlife brute who beat people up

“But cafés need personality. What’s your brand?” She blinked at him. “Seriously,” he continued. “Are you cozy Parisian bakery? Modern minimalist? Rustic farmhouse? You need a direction before you choose colors.” She walked slowly toward the window, thinking. “I want warmth. Somewhere people can bring their laptops but also hate their dates.” “Then wallpaper might not be a bad idea.” She turned sharply. “Wallpaper?” “Not the old floral disaster kind. Textured wallpaper with subtle patterns. It adds depth to the place.”

“Why are you sighing anyway?” “Come here and help me pick a product.” She quickly stood up and walked towards my chair and I pulled her on my lap, inhaling her sweet cherry scent, and showed her the screen of the laptop. “This is purple damask wallpaper and this is red and black vinyl wallpaper. Which one do you think will suit this room?” Her eyes were wide and glittery as she squinted at the three-dimensional model of the room and aped at me. “Is that a pole?”

Earlier in his presence, I didn't take a look around, my eyes drifted to the walls, they weren't brick ones but glass, the city looked beautiful from this place, and the tar-black clouds covered the sky, and for some reason, I felt jealous of him that he has this same view every time he'd enter his living area. The interior was spacious and vivid. A mixture of blue, black and white colours, made the space look like his aura was dark and calm. The choice of colours imposed sophistication. Cotton white walls and dark wood floors act as a blank canvas allowing colour to be introduced by its furnishings and accessories. Stripped back and neutral tones dominated the walls and floor surfaces.

Walking into Alexia’s office it doesn’t feel like a clinical room, like I would have expected, based off the outside of the building and the reception area. Walking in three of the walls are a dark blue, navy maybe, and the fourth is black, with little white dots, and lines connecting some showing the constellations. The over sized love seat is a deep reddish brown colour, and the cushions look like they are one dust bunny away from exploding their stuffing. The bottom half of one wall is covered with a deep yellow curtain, one section isn’t closed all the way and I can see filing cabinets through the gap, but there is no desk, a coffee table, with some coasters randomly placed around the to