Baddie Aesthetic Wallpaper Mga Nobela at Kwento

She felt proud of what she did for once, she did something good. The paint is same as the one outside excluding the shadow grey which would've made it look too manly and less homey. Inside is painted alabaster and corn. The corn wasn't painted but it's one those unique wallpapers that define royalty. Even the wallpapers are enclosed in square shaped p.o.p around it, one of them have a daisy clock that has the shape of a rose. The other two are empty of anything but it still manage to look stylish to her eyes. Just the way they shone in the light and how they brighten up the room is soothing to tensed muscles.

I didn’t know if it was still there because Anton sold some of the portraits for his whims. Then, we walked around the walls, which displayed hyper-realistic paintings, and one of the pictures got my attention. It was a half-naked woman floating in the air that flaunted her breasts and her nipples. Her face was beautiful. Her lips were as red as a rose and slightly opened, but then I noticed her eyes had tears. The painting had a dramatic shade of dark and green shadows, making the art more alluring and inviting.

My heart was racing, I didn't know Colton, he smoked, had tattoos and even a piercing, it was obvious he could be someone from the bad life, I wondered if he was into other things. Come on, Monique, the kid could be a killer and you just got your pulse racing what are you waiting for to run him off? Colton raised his hand and put it on the wall at the level of my head, now his face was just inches away from mine and I knew he was playing games, taking advantage of the situation. "W-what are you doing?" I stammered. He smiled sideways. "Are you afraid?" he wanted to know in a whisper. His breath hit my lips, it tasted like mint and cigarettes. The dim lighting prevented me from seeing his fa

When we couldn’t agree, Dante would have to be the tiebreaker. “Floral, plain, geometric, spots, 3-D effect, or stripes.” I was giving Dante too many wallpaper choices. “Or other,” Clarissa suggested as he and I held up the samples. But Dante was cooking and refused to turn around.

Both of their dressers are white with little yellow sunflowers, and in fact even the old bollywood movie posters on Vahini’s side of the wall are color-coded in yellow. The room smells like spicy food and incense; the blend of bright yellow and sharp scents always managing to give me a headache if I focus too much on it. Like Annabelle Rooney had put it once; the room is a goth’s hell and a xanthophiliac’s heaven. The only differences between the two sides of their dorm are the ginormous crystals and tarot cards on Vahini’s dresser, her colorful saris placed on hanged display, and her wide red Persian rug. Bibah in turn has an impressive collection of swords hung up on her side of the wall,

I was so happy that all these were available. And the walls were filled with different kinds of wallpaper that were emitting some rays, and it was so calm, they were filled with photos of celebrities like Selena Gomez, Zandaya, Rihanna, Cardi B, Nicki Minaj, and Billie Eilish, although I was not a fan of any celebrity, I just loved all their music. Then I took a closer look at the bed. The bed is king-sized, and on it is a light-dark blue duvet with a big blanket folded on the end, alongside two normal-sized pillows sitting on top of my bed behind a small, blue square pillow.

and that’s a phrase I didn’t think I’d say! We walked into the bedroom, it was quite cramped, most of the space taken up by the bed, but there was enough room for us to walk down the edge of the bed. The walls were a silvery gray shade, but on one wall was a large mural painted of a forest scene, the detailing on it was amazing, and a wolf sat howling to the moon. Gabe hadn’t exaggerated when he said it was amazing, I couldn’t believe Lilah had done this, and Indie said she didn’t think she was good at art?!

I'd say the person that lives here isn't a girl, and he enjoys playing video games. The interior design is reminiscent of one of those opulent bachelor pads. Grey and white were the predominant hues on the walls. Next to the average-sized wall clock, a Jack of Spade's painting was framed and hung on the wall. The entire establishment is stylish and aesthetically pleasant. However, the prospect of being with a man gave me goosebumps and a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. He must be a wealthy, successful, and attractive man, but I dislike males. Because I am gay, I must say NO TO MEN!

Iris said. “Okay. Let's go,” Ma'am ordered the others and they entered together. Upon entering, the others were surprised as every wall of the room was almost surrounded by cotton and frebbles with some quills, feathers and scales glued on it. “Hello Ma'am, guys,” Axton greeted as his two big and hard pincher hands like the one with crabs are out. “Are you okay Kuya Axton?” Yune asked thoughtfully. “I'm fine,” Axton replied with a smile. “A few scars here and there.”

In a dark and menacing room, a man was suspended upside down, his agonized screams reverberating as two merciless men relentlessly beat him with hot rods. Two burly figures in black shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, stood guard at the door. A tall man, clad in a black tuxedo, strode into the room, his face etched with sullenness and eyes ablaze with fury. He was Andrew Anderson, a Mafia Boss known for his rudeness, arrogance, aggression, and ruthless dominance. The world quaked under his authority; none dared to defy him, and all lived in dread of his power.