Baddie Aesthetic Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Mr Jenkins said, they all looked at each other and then at me before they said " okay" " It's called alexithymia" I said and then explained everything Mr Banner had told me to them. Excluding the part where I'm in love with Tory. " No wonder you're such a douchebag" " Thanks, Zach" I replied dryly and he grinned. " These don't seem like antidepressants though. It's fake" Rachel said drawing our attention to her. She held the pills in her hands and rubbed them a little, the once white pills turned pink and I froze.

-I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan]. You aren't bad unless you have your own sigil/symbol/mark. -how about a pink panther better yet a tigress? You aren't bad unless you've met all the requirements on the bad list. -I'm the reason they made this list. You aren't bad until you've proven you are bad. - Not to toot my own horn or whatever...but I make the 'faceless men' run for cover. You aren't bad until everyone acknowledges the fact that you are indeed bad. - It's hard to deny.

I hadn’t touched the other offices but this one would be mine when i was working there and it needed to be comfortable. I sat down in his chair and turned it toward the windows. The office wasn’t as nice as the one back at my main office but it would do. I had already had a complete overhaul done on it so there was brand new cherry wood floors and expensive furniture. I had priceless pieces of art hung on the walls and a top of the line computer system. I liked surrounding myself with the finer things in life.

My body aches from the long journey and the hardships I have endured, every muscle crying out for rest, but my mind refuses to settle, replaying every moment since my escape in vivid, painful detail. There's a small fireplace in the corner with only a music player placed carefully on top of it. The wallpaper is designed with a beautiful black and white painting, a kind of black history artwork that tells stories of struggle and resilience through its intricate lines. I look at it for a long time, tracing the details with my eyes and feeling a strange connection to the pain captured there, before I notice it is directly drawn onto the wall and not a pasted wallpaper at all. It must have cost

She just glanced at the two people who visited Shawn as if they weren't important enough to get her attention, and then her gaze stopped at Shawn. The guy was different from his two friends, who looked like homeless people. Shawn, minus the scars on his face, the piercings in his ears, the tattoos on his arms, or even his long messy hair, Jocelyn was sure he could still look neat and classy. His skin was bright and clean. His body is also tall and proportional. His facial structure is excellent, could even say handsome. Well, maybe it was also due to mixed races because usually, mixed-blood didn't look so poor when they really were. And Jocelyn was sure Shawn wasn't pure Indonesian, judging

Soon I hear the sounds coming from it - very noisy gun shots, bomb explosions and shouts which are too exaggerated and unnecessary. I lie down and pull a pillow over my head. Before my eyes is a wallpaper of a popular musician. He is posed around a car without shirt and three women wearing just bras and panties. I don't know who started it but it was hard now to see a musician posed without nude women. In Kent's room, he too had a wallpaper of a rapper covering every corner of his room. I have never understood the reasoning behind these wallpapers used to decorate a room like the drawing of Einstein. It seems to be a foolish attempt to idolize these men.

Serena marvel at the beauty that was inside, from the decor to the original paintings on the wall, it was decorated with the most expensive furnishings money could buy, the stairs case leading upstairs was like one in a fairytale, everything screams affluence and perfection. "This use to be my bedroom" alex told her when they have checked the other rooms until the last door at the far end of the hallway upstairs. Opening the door he ushered her In. "Wow! It is really beautiful, I think we should go down now"

The walls are a medium yellow, with one wall having a light blue flower wallpaper design. There’s a little eat in dining area, with four chairs and then a bench on the far side. It’s absolutely cozy and welcoming. The wall behind it has a wrought iron piece of a wolf howling at the moon and the insignia for the Midnight Moon pack. I recognize it from several similar pieces that are in their packhouse.

She looked around Bane’s room. It was decorated in dark, warm colours like brown, burgundy and forest green. Emma could see it as an extension of the man. The bed took up most of the space. It was enormous and felt firm under her. There were no decorative pillows or things like that. It was comfortable and practical. In a corner there was a large tv, some gaming consults and two comfortable looking armchairs.

No wonder he had that silent killer attitude Everything was black. Too black. I looked at the wall, black. I looked at the ceilings, black. I looked at the furniture, black. Every fucking thing. Nothing to even allow daylight to enter his room. When did he do this type of renovation? Was Daddy aware of this? The room felt like a cold old tomb of a witch The walls were covered with horror movie stickers - skulls, demons, blood, everything violent. But that was not all