Blushed Designs Co Novels & Stories

If I would have let a person witness the barbaric torture inflicting on the prisoners even for one minute, I am damn sure that person would have died then and there with a heart attack. I walked into the bedroom of my beloved sister. Her bedroom was designed by IONS DESIGN, a Dubai-based company, uses soft and soothing pink and white to create a sparkling luxurious feel. From a modern chandelier that dangles over the bed to a plush pink carpet that practically begs for your bare feet.

After these guys contacted me about what pieces of mine they liked and what they were looking for, I worked up several new designs that fit their specifications. Steve and Slade both lean over the table, staring down at my sketches critically as they thumb through the pages. I watch the expression on Slade’s face carefully as he eyes each one, scrunching up his nose and frowning at a few, sliding them away. He finally lands on one that has his eyes lighting up, the corner of his mouth lifting. “This is sick,” he murmurs, dragging it closer. “Could you do something to make the skulls pop? Make them neon or something?”

THE NEW JOB Helen James pulled her blazer tighter around her and took a deep breath as the taxi slowed to a stop. “Madam, we’re here,” the driver said. She looked up—and her breath caught. Cole Designs. The building stood tall and imposing, a striking piece of modern architecture. Its glass façade reflected the city around it, shimmering with quiet authority, while its sharp lines and towering structure made everything else nearby seem smaller. It wasn’t just a workplace—it was a statement.

"This is beautiful '' she murmured, Bohden's lips curled to the side as if telling her it was too soon to decide that. The black flowers had a bright hue of dark blue at the center of it, making it look like an animation. Were they even real flowers? She couldn't believe it, they were so breathtaking and the white porcelain tiles on the driveway added to it. It's only now that she realizes the meaning behind the name and the logo of their company 'Black Rose entertainment company' that name might be because of these flowers around, she concluded.

“He wasn’t here in person. He designed everything; Gray oversaw the install. I sent Ken a video tour of the place and told him I needed color and boldness. He delivered.” Emily squeals, clapping her hands. “I can’t wait to see it!” I smile, flipping the shrimp. “You know how much he loves teals and jewel tones. He killed it. I’m seriously thinking about pitching it to Luxe or Architectural Digest. Open the prosecco in the fridge? Food’s ready in a few.” “You won’t have to pitch. Drop Ken’s name and they’ll be crawling over their dead grandmothers to get a feature. They’ll owe you a favor.”

Orla agreed, telling him enthusiastically, "I thought his contemporary designs were fun and quirky and would appeal to buyers—especially if we move away from the traditional French colors into something more dramatic and modern. For instance, black on hot pink or bright yellow would make a real statement if we used it on cushions, for instance. And of course, if I agree to buy your countryman’s designs, then naturally he’s going to want to show his gratitude—probably in a private suite at that hotel he was discussing with you.’ The sardonic tone of Arni's voice coupled with the innuendo of his words made Orla's heart plummet downwards.

"These sketches, these designs, were posted and my account was tagged, along with our partner's handle." Oh fuck. Oh shit. Fuck, fuck. Fucking shit. I don't think I've ever talked about my job before today, but I work as a designer for a lingerie company. One of the best in Chicago actually, and about a month ago, another even more popular lingerie company had decided to partner with us. Those designs—the ones on the table staring at me, are part of the huge collab. Those designs are supposed to come out next week. So how on earth had they found their way to social media today?

My assistant, Kiara, greets me with a cheerful smile. "Morning, Spencer! It’s a big day today. The investors are coming soon." I nod, my mind already fast-forwarding to the presentation. "Let’s make sure everything is flawless. I want to impress them!" Kiara agrees, and we dive into finalizing the details. Our collection, named "Eclipse," is truly a work of art—a captivating blend of bold, edgy shapes and graceful, sophisticated touches. As we work, the studio is alive with energy. Designers and assistants move about, all focused on a common goal: showcasing the best of Design Door.

Bianca pushed open the door. Alessia raised an eyebrow. Bianca approached, her gaze fell on the design drafts in Alessia's hands. On them were designs from the Al Studio, the latest season's design layouts. Bianca's eyes immediately lit up, excitedly picked up the drafts and flipped through them, "Sister-in-law, are the clothes on these drawings going into production and on the market next season?" "Yeah." Alessia nodded. "They're so beautiful, sister-in-law, you even incorporated elements of Bohemian Style in this issue's designs. It would be great if they could be launched in Canada first." Bianca sighed.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."