Dark Red Aesthetic Novels & Stories

she asked, pointing her eyes straight into the perspiring hourglass-shaped container. Arissa went to look at it and scrutinized its contents. “I don’t know, ” she shrugged her shoulders. “A semi-liquid filling perhaps?” “It is crimson red, ” Amanda pointed, remembering how the Vitalis Master used to mention the color in their second meeting days ago. “Yeah, speaking of which, ” Arissa straightened and then closed the fridge. “The Family loves the color red. Almost all interior of the rooms here have that shade of color.” It sure looks like it, Amanda voiced in her thoughts. From the carpet, to most of the wall painting, and to every piece of furniture, the red shade was ever present.

I had to be as neutral as possible. Sephy caught my attention with a color palette. She pointed out the different colors: Chestnut, moss, pine, sunflower, cordovan and tuscan red. I blinked at the influx of information, staring at the earthy and pastel tones. They seemed to all go well together, forming a cohesive band of colors. I loved them. “That’s so beautiful,” I said, reaching to touch the napkin fabric. It was soft linen, almost gliding between my fingers. “Aiden would never like that. He’s always been monochrome,” she replied, turning over to the next page. “I was thinking something a little more…dark. Merlot? Jacarta? Old burgundy?”

Do your boss have any family?” Erica questioned Aslam “No miss it’s only him and few servants and guards” Aslam replied as they all finally reached last step “Fuck…” mike and erica both cursed in unison by standing on top 200th step, it was then the reluctantly saw a abundance ‘Red coloured palace’ standing tall and proud in front of their eyes, Mike , Erica and Meenakshi all kept staring at traditional Indian palace which was completely covered in bright deep red coloured walls also it was surrounded by a unimaginable vast garden which had thousands of flowers around which there were hundreds of butterfly flying around, the view they were witnessing was simply majestic, their whole surround

“What are you thinking for the stormy aesthetic?” Harper asked curiously, holding up the deep winter swatches which include the colours: midnight, olive, expresso, silver, grey, charcoal, mocha, wine, brick red, ruby, Boysen berry, fuschia, magenta, mustard, honey, Ocea, dark green, forest, jungle, royal purple, mulberry, purple, royal blue, Aegean, and ceru lean. Knox snatched the swatches from her hand, spreading them across the desk like he was dealing a winning hand in a high-stakes game. His parrot green eyes darted over then, his lips moving silently as he processed each colour. “Stormy aesthetic,” he repeated, tasting the words. "Aye, it's got tae feel heavy. Atmospheric. No' just dar

picking it up. “It’d be better on me.” Alessandra laughed at the frown thrown at her. “I’ve got dark hair and eyes; it’ll blend well. Trust me. Go with pastels, and red is fantastic. Other than Red, Black is the only dark shade you should wear. Bright red is best.” “Okay, okay,” Rihanna threw the dress at her friend. “Take it. You convinced me.” Alessandra socked it away and held up the pink bikini. “Oh I love this. He will drool!”

Hale studied the gown silently for a long moment. Then his expression softened with something that looked almost sad. “You’re adjusting faster than I expected.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “Adjusting?” I repeated. “I’m surviving. There’s a difference.” The room fell quiet again. I reached for my sketchbook and flipped through several pages before stopping abruptly. One design in particular made my stomach twist. Dark colors, sharp edges with dangerous elegance. Without meaning to, I had designed something inspired by Dante. Powerful, seductive and terrifying.

My eyes are ringed with soft charcoal black, my lashes accentuated with heavy mascara my lips coated with a deep red, making my makeup look edgy as well as complementary. I don’t wear makeup, or dress up in gowns or heels that are spiked, but it’s a party. I think it's fitting that I chose to look like this, a dark feminine look because of the theme. I am going to be delivering some people to their early deaths tonight. I am the royals of Ridgewood's perfect date. I can feel my dear old friend, I haven’t been acquainted with him for a long time. The thrill of knowing that I am going to be clearing names off my list, the very ones on the top.

I said as he laid his head in my lap. “What do you mean?” He asked. I ran my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. His hair was dyed in a dark red shade, a very dangerous shade if i say so myself. Because it’s him, he pulled off that handsome-but-dangerous look. If someone else was to copy him, They would be a laughing stock.

Bitbit nito ang mga inorder ko at akma nang papasok pero sinimangutan ko siya at umiling. “Leave it in the kitchen, Ate. And do you see that color?” Maarte akong ngumuso bago umikot ang mga mata sa kabuuan ng kwarto ko. “Like omg? They wouldn’t fit to my bright room. It’s nakakairitang tingnan, please.” The boxes were painted in dark red, contrasting my bright-colored pastel bedroom. It would stand out easily and it would irritate the hell out of me so I’d rather not have them here.

There is still one corner left. Perhaps this blank is meant to remind her that life isn't flawless and that there will always be flaws. Ada Wood throws brush and spray paint on the ground before lying down and staring at the blue sky. Originally, her world could not only be gray but also red. The brilliant red of her blood is the color of her life. This is the only artwork with color in it. Unlike the previous gray painting, this one is extremely bright and appears to be out of place. "You know what? For the first time, I realize how lovely the red of blood is."