Dark Red Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She said, ignoring my sudden bad mood. I follow her without saying anything, Damon close behind. If only I could fight with him now I would punch him with my nails in his arm. I know my face and what works or doesn't work on me, so I immediately identify the products I'm going to use. I'm not a big fan of flash colors. I either wear lip gloss or quite dark colors, although this is rare. And of course red. You can never go wrong with red. “You know what,” Ella calls out to me, “The Westwood company tried to buy Mac.”

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.

It had this purple-red like tint to it, as if the hues had darkened just to make sure every eye could see. Audrey was fascinated by their color, how it seemed to grab her attention and look so sinfully mouthwatering against his skin. Hiding them would definitely not work, assuming Darius would even try. She knew he would unapologetically wear and flaunt the marks around his neck for all eyes to see, but the thought alone brought more color to Audrey's cheeks and made her flustered. If anyone saw the marks they would know what happened yesterday that is if of course her screams didn't inform them first. She'd just like to believe no one heard them. "Why are they so... dark?" She questions, he

It was their family business. I went to the dressing room and picked up a mini red dress, that reached my mid thighs and hugged my waist perfectly. I wore it and curled up my hairs, leaving them to cover up my bare waist. I did my dark makeup to enhance my features and finally wore dark red lipstick, the colour of extremes. In my case, it was the color of doom.

Just as dark as the outside the interior design was just as black. Geez is this man a CEO or part of the mafia? Seeing her panicked look Alec again could not help but smirk in amusement. Clearing his throat he tried to reassure her that she was in no danger. "Mr Acres has a liking towards dark colours. He finds them soothing and much easier to work with. Not to mention they go well with his style." Yes, maybe black, purple and red were his aesthetic or just the common style for mafia groups but ey, what do I know?

I'm not ashamed of being a freeloader; Adal's money has taken me out of the dark world I was in - worries, problems, shortages, illnesses, and more calamities. I've fallen in love with the red and black color on my nails; it's a kind of black with a burning flame. The cut of my hair is not far behind; according to the stylist, it's a "flop," that cut that's above your shoulders. I always keep the red color; I couldn't change it, it's my natural color.

He did not execute a single glance in my direction, absorbing my presence back into his orbit as though my form had never departed. “The composition would achieve a higher tier of impact if the creator had utilized color,” Kael stated, his voice carrying the exact formal frequency as before. My eyes evaluated the print—a barren, frozen trading post on the edge of the Redridge Territory. “The monochrome contrast isolates the decay,” I countered. “Color was absolutely the correct choice for the alternative asset,” Kael murmured, his frame shifting a millimeter closer until his shoulder pinned mine. “A magnificent shade of pink. Entirely bare. The absolute apex of the exhibition.”

Something was about to happen but what. “I guess it is time, my King.” Mercy pulled him out of his thoughts. He gazed at her and she gave him a tight smile. "Tell me who started this stupid custom?" Vladimir mumbled in a bored tone as he looked at the females dressed in different shades of red at which he barely managed not to scowl at them. Red was known to be the most desired color for a Vampire. Exotic yet enchanting. But seeing all the women dressed in red probably in trying to appear somehow appealing to Vladimir, the color lost its charm.

The brooms handle was wooden, surely it could act as a make shift stake if it came down to it. "Always fighting and never yeilding" Aiden's says before his eyes shift from my face to the location of the broom against his breast. His eyes darkened a few shades but his aura remained the same. Completely tertifying. This wasn't how I remembered him to be. Calm yes, but there's something else. Aiden's eyes lift to meet mine once again, slowly and I recognize that the dark abyss isn't completely dark. There's a crimson tint to it, as if his eyes are forever red, only isn't. But who am I to judge knowing even my eyes are pink.

The way it’s designed makes it feel bigger-open spaces broken up by shadows, corners that disappear into darkness, staircases that lead somewhere you can’t quite see from here. Black and red. Everywhere. The walls are painted a deep matte black, absorbing most of the light, while red glows bleed from hidden strips along the edges-floor, ceiling, behind the bar. It paints everything in a dim, dangerous haze. Yeah. Definitely Santiago’s style. The music hits first. Not loud-no, not the kind that blasts your ears and forces conversation into shouting matches. This is different. Controlled. Heavy bass that sinks into your chest and settles there, like a second pulse syncing with your own heartbe