Hot Pink Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.

The sun began to rise and peeked through the dusty pink curtains giving the room a soft pink glow to match our auras. Usually, I would have felt nauseous being surrounded by so much pink, it was like we'd been eaten by a giant pink candy floss monster, but it didn't bother me at all. In fact, I think I might have even been converted into liking pink! No, that's taking it a bit too far. Tolerating it, yeah that's more like it, I could now tolerate pink. How could I not? It permanently surrounded myself and the love of my life. I think I became a loather of pink when I hit my mid-twenties, from 16 years old onwards, one by one my friends found their Fianna's, and their usual white glow turned

"Mike, you mentioned that you reserved a car for me. There's only one, right?" "Yeah! It's here? Doesn't it look great? Hayden said you like pink, but I think pink is too childish-looking, so we went for a silvery-pink color. It looks more silver in the distance and turns pinkish when you get closer. It's both elegant and cute; both mysterious and cheeky..." "I'm getting goosebumps now."

He asked curiosly. She rolled her large hazel eyes. "Pink is too overrated" she said. "Pink can be described with only three words I think: hot, flashy, exciting" she ticked them off her fingers. "Blue can be so many things at once: calm, serene, pale, cold, beautiful, rejuvenating" "Exactly" he agreed. Only then did he notice that she was wearing a blue gown. Hunter gulped. He wondered if the red hoodie and black ripped jeans he wore was appropriate for a date.

The sky was still dark and he needed his beauty sleep. "What about pink? Do you think it would contrast with the white ceiling?" I asked Stormi couldn't tell whether I was purposely ignoring his question or not. "I can tell you one thing, if I come home tomorrow and see any part of my room with the faintest resemblance to the color pink, you will suddenly find yourself in need of a head" Stormi was serious. I find pink a ridiculous and stupid color. I won't be found dead in pink too. "Okay, we will go with the color peach, then" I shrugged like I just solved an annoying problem.

I asked “We are, we’re currently deciding the colors we’re going to be using for the pastels.” “No, we were completely talking about something else.” I replied chuckling. “Well sometimes we need a distraction so we can rest our fragile minds and clear the atmosphere. We’ve discussed the color, and I think we should use pink since it’s your favorite.” “Yes, and we can add blue too since it’s alpha Aiden’s favorite color.” “What? No— you don’t have to..” “We could add a little bit of broken white for balance.” “Yes, it definitely will be something.”

“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.

HANNAH My husband’s collar had lipstick on it. It sure as hell wasn’t mine. I stared at the soft pink smear against the sharp cut of his lapel. It was faint, like someone had tried to wipe it away… Wait… do I even own this shade? I leaned in slightly. No. Definitely not mine. I don’t do pastels. My lipsticks are bolder. Deep berry, sometimes red. This one was too soft and sweet. No… I didn’t want to dwell on it.

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?”

There were whispers that seeing this color could even make him short of breath. While it was only a rumor, it did affirm that he indeed disliked pink. Seeing her opportunity, Yaslyn stoked the flames further. "Pink is inherently hard to elevate to a sophisticated look, especially the shade I despise the most—the shade of pink found on lotus roots. It's preposterous." As soon as she said this, the man beside her approached her. "Miss, do you also find this pink attire distasteful?" As expected, he fell for it.