Dark Red Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I looked around and realized how different the four accent walls from every one of them. The one in front of me was like a pastel-colored painting of yellow skies and pink clouds. Beside this girly accent wall was a full gray wall with shimmering metallic silver lines in different directions which formed edgy shapes. The one it was facing was a plain Indigo Batik painted wall and the only thing that made it looked like an accent wall was the framed abstract at the center—the same color with messy lines as if painted by a kid. I turned my gaze at the last one, a combination of Red and Black. It was full of overlapping unearthly figures.

I said, “Some of these words sounds desperate. Women are supposed to be in charge here, they shouldn’t request. Shouldn’t ask. They summon, Daniel.” He looked me. I looked at him. Gaze stern. Misogynistic bigot. Of course he didn’t like this. It was why I insisted he did it anyways. “We’re changing this set. No red color also. Everything’s supposed to be black and gold.” “Oh I thought red adds to it all. The mood you know.” he shrugged, “Intimate.” “No.” I said slowly looking at him. “Red looks too Inferno. Inferno’s downstairs, we’re not Inferno. We’re Seraph. Also from now on, Gold means approval and black means denial.”

“In that case, I’ll do the same. I’ll give you anything you ask.” He squinted his eyes, raising his eyebrows as his lips curved into a naughty smile. “Anything?” I rolled my eyes at him. “Except for the sex, Red.” He guffawed, filling the bedroom with his beautiful laughter. “Whew!” He muttered when he finally stopped laughing. “You’re truly different, Aya. I don’t do sex; I make love and make my woman very happy and satisfied.” “What’s your favorite color?” I asked, changing the topic and thinking of designing the cake I had in mind with his favorite color.

The thought of seeing her naked caught a part of his cock that sent a tingling feeling to his brain. “I think red looks devilish and pink is too childish. White seems angelic but also seems fetish,” he explained as he exchanged his looks from the road to her. “I think red suits me though. I really don't have a favourite colour, I just go for whatever colour is next to be used. You get what I mean?” “I mean, I'm trying to get what you mean but it ain’t working,” “Let’s just go with Red!” “Alright! Red it is,”

' He grumbled through the mind link. Red, it was the colour of blood. It is the colour that spills as one is tortured and beaten. The deep shade was the most visual form of pain. The pain that I enjoyed giving to those do dare disrespect. It was the colour of the devil. However, Athina had proclaimed it to be colour of the angel. The deep shade wasn't a sign of pain or danger when it came to her. It was simply a colour showing its beauty.

The crimson hue of his fur glistened under the sunlight, radiating an eerie glow that heightened the ominous atmosphere. Devin's eyes, once filled with an unsettling madness, now burned with an intensity that pierced through the chaos. They gleamed a deep, blood-red, reminiscent of smoldering embers in the dead of night. It was a visual testament to the untamed power coursing through his veins.

I had rebuilt my life from ashes, piece by piece, when everything crumbled. If I could do that,if I could endure, if I could fight,then I could do this. I turned my gaze to the vision board I had started assembling, its edges curling slightly from where I had pinned and re-pinned ideas. Fabrics, textures, and color palettes blended together, forming the foundation of what would soon become my legacy. Deep burgundies that spoke of passion and resilience. Soft golds, whispering of quiet strength. Timeless blacks, elegant and unwavering. The aesthetic of a woman who had been broken but refused to stay down.

I felt an undeniable attraction, much deeper than physical appearances, and I didn't know why. His aura was one that was a mixture of deep red and a slight translucent gray. The red came from him being grounded and a realist. Someone who is strong and independent. While the gray meant he was guarded, protected from things that he felt he had control over. He had other mixtures but those two colors were the most prominent and that, again, made me nervous.

"I believe we need a darker color. Ruby red seems flashy. Don't you think so?" I opened my mouth to tell him exactly why I chose the color, but Angelo beat me to it. "Not if we balance it correctly. We can use ruby red for accents, like table runners, flower arrangements, or even a signature cocktail. That way, it enhances the overall aesthetic without overwhelming it. We can make it work if we approach it maturely, like Annika pointed out." Like I said, he keeps surprising me. I expected him to state that this was his reason for picking black, but he didn't do what I predicted. Instead, he seemed to support me even when the others didn't share the same thoughts as we did.

My mom had been captured by rogues for the sole purpose of using and abusing the red wolf’s power, and Grey was determined that it would never happen again. ‘I can’t make any promises.’ Grey replied. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My wolf was unique. Although mostly black, his paws and a stripe on his chest were a dark red color. The color was so dark it almost looked black, but when the sun shined off of it, you could see the red hue to it. Grey liked to joke that it made him more powerful. I was certain it made him more of a jackass.