Brown Aesthetic Lockscreen Novels & Stories

The interface. The particular dark-background layout, the specific icon arrangement, the visual signature of an application that didn't exist on any standard app store and that most people would never encounter in their lives and that Ravyn would recognize at a distance of twenty feet in a dark room because she'd been navigating it for three years. And beneath the application, just visible for that fraction of a second before the angle changed—a small icon. Circular. Deep red, the color of arterial blood or old brick, with a stylized bird in the center.

Bling bling charm bracelet: How would you like to change the screen? Su Lan: A regular rectangular screen. Bling bling charm bracelet: Option is too unfashionable and ugly. Bling bling does not accept this command. Please choose again. Su Lan: .... a square screen. Bling bling charm bracelet: No. Since the owner doesn't have any fashion sense these are the options you can choose from. 1) Diamond bling bling screen. 2) Circular with bling bling around the rim. 3) Hello Kitty head screen.

Tara pitched and I couldn't help but turn as I hurriedly wore a fitted black jean. "This meeting is very important ladies." It was all I could say before returning to the mirror. I wore an ash T-shirt so only my forearm tattoos were visible. "More important than us?" "Unfortunately, yes." I mumbled with a tiny smile, admiring my ebony skin. My honey irises seemed to be dull perhaps due to my worries. "You see, Green is going to wage war on all communities tomorrow onwards. One that has never happened in history." I said whilst brushing my low cut hair.

she said. I opened the lid and to our surprise, the contents were five black phones in orange cases— five orange phones to make it short. I took one and clicked the power button. The lock screen wallpaper was a picture of a female student with bob-cut light brown hair and a weird number three at the bottom. I swiped the screen but it required a passcode, so I placed it back in the box. I happened to notice that the other three were on its lock screen too, and with different girls and the numbers two, four, and five. The Detective was holding one phone in her hand, and that of course, is the number one. “That’s not locked?” I asked after checking the three phones.

He went over and he thought the phone might be locked so he wouldn't be able to read those texts anyway but he was pleasantly surprised on seeing that there was no lock on her phone. He didn't want to invade her privacy by looking into her phone but he couldn't help his curiosity. With hesitant but sturdy hands, he slowly took the phone in his hands. It opened with a just a single swipe of the thumb. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the wallpaper of blood red roses spread in the middle with a dark, black background. His rose having a wallpaper of roses. Darkness and roses. Just like him and his Triantáfyllo. Few texts were displayed on the lock screen.

I quite like this one, I think I found my new lock screen picture, send it to me I oblige and send it to him and he gingerly goes through his settings and make the picture of us his new lock screen wallpaper, the previous one had been a photo of me but I do prefer seeing us together, it makes it feel more intimate. He locks the phone and places it back on the table continues with rocking me and humming a song, I have long since finished my cocoa and I can feel myself begin to drift off to sleep.

He rests his chin on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “Open it.” I giggle as his breath tickles my ear and I open his machine. A passcode screen comes up and he kisses my neck, “Blondehot123.” I smirk and type in the code and the regular screen comes up. His screen saver is of a puppy, and I smile, “That’s cute.” I tease.

I lifted it up and clicked on the screen to wake it up. I froze. The screen lit up, but my wallpaper wasn't there. Instead, the face of a girl was staring right back at me. Beautiful, a bright, clear photo. Almost unrecognizable, but still… I could see who it was. Celine. It was Celine. I frowned deeply, my chest tightening. What the fuck is this? I swiped my thumb across the glass, trying to open the home screen, but a security code popped up. The phone was locked. I quickly tried typing in my regular password, but the screen just flashed red.

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.

I remember that I need a new lock screen, right now is the perfect opportunity. “What? Daniel come back” Kisses whines as I let go of her. “Just don’t move. Stay right there” I quickly snap a picture of her with a pouty face on. The moonlight is hitting just the right spot to make her glow. Her hair is still curled just a little messy and loose, the way I like it. Her makeup is natural but apparent. “Wow, you’re so beautiful” I whisper under my breath. “Let me see. Why’d you take a picture of me?” She whines, trying to look at the screen. I turn my back on her, quickly setting it as my lock screen.