Dark Red Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I had thought, based on the color in the box, that it was going to come out as some bright, maybe even slightly trashy, purple, but instead, it was a deep, rich red. A gorgeous, vibrant crimson color, giving her this fierce, confident look, that crimson werewolf alpha girlfriend look, the kind you see in movies. The mafia heiress kind of thing, someone who belonged in this world but on her own terms. "It looks good, baby," I said, smiling, watching her stand up and shake her ass playfully for me, her new red hair bouncing around her shoulders. "I actually want to change mine," I said then, the thought popping into my head, feeling surprisingly defensive about my own plain hair.

Not like anything has changed. It’s the same as it was with the aesthetics of poison. I like to imagine it as my own space by hanging framed images of actual Space. I don’t show off as a lover of black on the outside, and don’t overdo it—I mean, dark makeup and sorts. Even my home didn’t have a gothic vibe until I came across this interior design on social media. I know I made the right choice by that. Because even after all these months, I’m still stunned by the design.

Tonight. Tonight everything changes. Red is the color I choose to wear to embrace everything that will be coming my way. Something simple, yet classy. Long, and elegant. My beauty will never be hindered. “You look like someone who's getting ready to set a whole building on fire,” Alisha grins, refusing to miss my looks to kill. “And leave no casualties,” I said with a grin. The plan has been drawn up, it has been executed, and we were ready to witness the fallout.

Year 1853 Sometimes, gray is seen as a sign of an impending storm. But in this moment, the thick gray clouds hung in the sky, marking the start of the autumn season. Miss Yerez looked at Thea and Xander who were already standing in her room before she even told them to come. She narrowed his eyes. "Why are you here so early?" Xander beat Thea and replied, “Miss Yerez, I'm sorry we barged in without permission, something's bad about to happen to Thea last night, that's why I was here since to protect her.”

Red candles are lit up from each surroundings of the circle and it emits a red light with the scent of iron. Sprawled infront of the layers of stars, laid the lifeless corpse of the King, his eyes were open like a dead fish and the fancy silver dagger with the hilt of a black dragon is still plunge in his heart with crimson flowers blooming directly from his exposed red flesh. To his left stood like a tower, the very brother who claimed his life. While, to his right stood a dark enchantress with deep rasin purple jewels adorning her black outfit. Her hair has the glow of the gloomy silver moon and her skin has the hue of grey. Her striking red orbs glowed haphazardly against her white sclera

But never anyone else, never me. Her long claw like nails clicked hard, continously, on the wooden table, painted red— the rich woman in Rosewood literally loved that color, they tried to add it into everything, shoes, clothes, jewelry, nails, hair and makeup. I had seen the color so much recently that soon I'm about to go fucking crazy with it. It makes me want to choke up and it reminds me of the color of blood— I hated the sight of blood, way too much. I watch her as she eyes me, as if she were trying to find out some big secret or uncover a huge mystery.

Are they coded? Chin high, confidence forced, I walk through the red door. I need to find Rico. If I don’t, it might cost me my job. He’s a nightmare of a boss, but he’s very clear about what happens if I fail. The red room is suffocating. The light paints faces in demonic hues. Women shimmer, their skin painted gold, catching the glow like living statues. One meets my gaze. High cheekbones, brilliant eyes—stunning even under the harsh red lighting.

The carpets had a special shade of dark crimson, but they didn’t worsen the appearance of the room; it was chic. It felt so good standing on the soft carpet which was made of sheepskin. I closed my eyes, succumbing to the aura of the red color. While I was flying into another dimension, Redmond turned on some music. It was very reminiscent of a chilled-out erotic style. It was like I no longer felt the heaviness in my body and I forgot all about my problems. Redmond began to tie an indigo chiffon scarf over my head, covering my

“It is just complicated.” “Most things worth anything are,” she said widely and patted the silk. “Now, this color would look stunning on you. But I think you need something brighter. Something that makes you feel powerful.” She moved to another roll, which was a vibrant, deep crimson. “This. This is a healer’s color. A survivor’s color.” I looked at the rich, bold fabric, so unlike my usual matured tones. A small, fragile spark of something—not happiness, but perhaps defiance, flickered in my chest.

, he grumbled. Bartimaeus hummed, "I couldn't say. Most leaders shine red, and the gifted lot that masters it in six months usually shine with a soft silver color", he hummed, "Anyway, your grandmother shined a distinct Dark Green color, it's not a bad color, but the connotations of the color usually belong to ambition, greed, jealousy. The lighter color that's not clouded with Darkness, means, growth, wellness, fertility, safety and harmony", he explained. "The darkness, what color is that?" Sasha asked curiously. "Black?" he asked pointing out the obvious.