Novel & Cerita Dark Love Aesthetic Wallpaper

It is designed in the typical Ryan's way, it's very masculine from the gray paintings to the dark wallpapers to the gray bedspread. The last time I was here, I wasn't exactly in a sober state, and it was also late at night. The next morning we had fought like enemies made from hell. "You really like my room, huh?" He asked resting his back on the headboard. I rolled my eyes, emulating his action "It's dark" "Dark is cool, better than having to blind myself with an all pink design" "Pink is beautiful" He quirked a brow "You talk like a fan of a particular pink lover... what's she called again?"

I stared at the key in my hand, berating myself not to get tempted to check what was in the room, but then I had to sleep, shower, and eventually change to something before he came back. I took a deep breath, inserted the key to the keyhole, then I pushed the door open as if there was a ready prank inside. I flicked the light. To my surprise, it was not what I was expecting. What was in front of me was beyond my imagination. The room was as big as his, but it was a mix of European modern and classic style inspired by Victorian, Greek, and Roman designed with a touch of minimalist color of off white, grayish, and beige with sleek and neutral surfaces. Oh, my. The guitar. He brought it with hi

 '' Il tuo vero amore che hai visto ogni notte".( Your true love whom you used to see every night.)Nicola chipped with happiness when he observed the portrait for good few minutes. "Yess Nicola Sono veramente sicuro che non sia lontana da me .. mio vero amore ... voglio sentire la Darkest Shade of Love con lei.'' ( I am damm sure she is not far away from me..my true love..I want to feel the Darkest Shade of Love with her.) "Sir..I hope your life...your happiness will complete soon.."Nicola said in his broken English accent. "Ohh..Nicola you should take some English lessons..I feel sorry for you when you can't join me to other countries due to your lack of knowledge of the English.."He laugh

Here is the beginning of me, you, and our beloved child Here is the beginning of a new round of great love for you my princess I promise I will never abandon you I promise I will never make you sad I swear that I love you more than anything or anyone in this wide world And that I will keep my little family with love until the day I lose my soul in it Telling you that you are the only ones who fill my eyes, and who make me love the days I live more It's bad to make me so real..too bad. In the end, they realized the reason why tattoos did not appear from the beginning is that they cannot transform.. their tattoos will appear if they are tattooed just like omega wolves

"Let's go into the bedroom darling. I want to feel you all over me." Darius grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. The room was huge. The first thing she noticed was the photographs on the walls. Many photographs were black and white, and most of them were large. Women in various stages of erotic undress, with and without props were everywhere. One whole wall was all windows; the dark pewter coloured drapes were open. The bed was king size, with many pillows of all shapes and sizes at the dark mahogany head board. The rest of the furniture was mahogany too. A tall high boy dresser, impeccable desk and matching chair were opposite the windows. The dark hardwood floors were covered in a

(Lucas’ Pov– A Few Days Ago) The dim glow of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across the walls, illuminating the room in a soft, eerie light. Outside, the waves crashed against the rocky cliffs of the island, their relentless rhythm matching the simmering rage that had lived inside me for years. I leaned back in my chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass as Rico sat across from me, his fingers tapping against the polished wooden table. His dark eyes studied me with a mix of curiosity and unease.

"Everyone has different views and reasons to get that life. Not everyone can be as loving and caring as you... And not everyone gives importance to love like you do... Love is a myth, Marona." I shrugged at her. Della and I always debate on love topics. "I have seen my many patients heal with love and care... What is your point?" She chuckled. "Love is not always good and does not always come in white horse, which will fill your life with sunshine and flowers, giggles and laughs, and everything which will protect your smile and peace... Sometimes the love comes in black shadows, covered in black cloak like a grim ripper, it fills your life with thorns and pain, giggles might turn into tears

I turn to Lucas, smiling. He flicks his gaze to the ceiling. “Look at the water damage. And the graffiti. And the black mo—” “And the stained glass above that door! I’m surprised it’s still intact.” Lucas steps in close to me and slips his arm around my waist. “Imagine this living room, all restored. We’d put a couch there, with an altar hidden in the corner. And a soft rug, right in front of the fire. I can just see us spending our nights in front of it,” I say quietly so only he can hear.

“If you keep up with that, you're gonna leave me with a bruised arm,“ She eyed his grip, with clenched teeth. “Fucking let go already.“ “Just one night,“ Arthur rasped, tightening his grip around her waist. Standing on the dancefloor, with the multi-coloured chandelier directly over their head, Arthur knew he was prone to getting attention. It was a bold move standing at that spot longer than a minute. A very bold move, for someone who dreaded scandals. “Let me go! I've seen your likes, dealt with them…“ “I doubt anyone could be as agonized as I am. So no, you haven't seen my likes as I'm the only one of my kind,“ “If you're willing to wager your life just for a night with some random

Windows on the exterior are small and secured with sterile colourless bars, bearing metal grilles, acting as deterrent for escapees. "I need to get inside it!! I love it!!" Ryan jumps with joy, "Absolutely love it! There's no other way this showroom could have been any better!!" He willingly arrests himself in the cell, "This is really the best, Sir! Kudos." Floor covered in plush red carpeting, feels thick and indulgent underfoot, the softness of carpeting opposes the harshness of the bars, creating a striking juxtaposition. Walls of this prison are wrapped with luxurious velvet wallpaper, soft to the touch and exquisitely textured. The deep red velvet serves as a visual feast for eyes, cre