Kamar Serba Pink Novels & Stories

I stepped in and holy motherfucking fuck of all possible fucks. It was like someone had taken the concept of girly and vomited it across every available surface. The room was massive, way bigger than I’d expected, sectioned into a small living area with a plush velvet sofa, a kitchenette with shiny appliances, and two beds on opposite sides of the room. And the color… it was a relentless, overwhelming assault of pink. Blush pink walls, a hot pink throw rug, even the lampshades cast a rosy glow. I was going to get a fucking cavity just standing there.

The moment Isabella pushed the door open, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. The entire room was drenched in pink… from the walls to the curtains, to the fluffy rug beneath her feet. It looked like a cotton-candy explosion, and Isabella couldn’t tell if she’d just stepped into a bedroom or the fever dream of a six-year-old princess. Everything screamed pink. A pink bed frame, pink blanket, pink dressing mirror, pink wardrobe, even a damn pink foot mat. The walls? Painted in a mixture of pink and white. “What the hell is this? Does she think I’m four?” Isabella muttered, utterly horrified.

“It’s Eris.” He gave me a smirk and pushed the front door open. I followed him quietly, even when he took the stairs, and down the hallway. He stopped in front of a door, painted with pink. I rolled my eyes at the color. “We didn’t know what you like, so we prepared this…” He opened the door, and the walls were all pink like I was some Disney Pink Princess. The bed was big and comfy, the wardrobe was filled with clothes, I could tell they were expensive.

I couldn't stop gasping silently and staring at everything that caught my fancy. The living room's curtains were divided into two sets. The thin cherry blossom pink curtains with ultra pink coloured sakura print were the first. From how the curtains poured their pink light into the living room, I could tell that was their use. The curtains were really thin. Anyone can see into the house through it. The second set of curtains pinned to the walls was dark red. They were thicker, softer, and velvety. Most things in the living room were glass and pink. It brought out the beauty of the white walls.

The door swings open. Contrary to my expectations, the room is immaculate. The walls are painted a soft pink, and a California king bed, dressed in pink and white, sits in the center. There’s a vanity table with a peach-scented perfume on it—Tom Ford’s "Bitter Peach," I recognize. The perfume looks brand new. A woman must live here, but where is she?

I wanted to see what exactly I was entitled to. Pierre led me into the mansion, the hall echoing with soft piano music and the smell of roses and wine. He pushed open a door to reveal a room that made me want to vomit. Walls painted in saccharine pink. A canopy bed dripping with lace. Shelves crammed with stuffed animals staring blankly at me. Was this a toddlers room? "This is the room Mom decorated for you when she found you. Do you like it?" Pierre asked, his voice hopeful. I let my eyes wander the horror. "I've never seen so much pink before in my life."

Without another word, I opened the door and slammed it hard, relishing the sound it made. I didn't change when I got into the room as I went to the bed immediately. Like Dante's, the room was big yet simple. Instead of the grey and black decor, this room was pink. It had pink floral curtains and at the far end of the room, there was a table and chair. All pink.Trash. I made a mental note not to ask him to give me another room or to repaint it. An Omega came into the room a few hours later and left a tray of food. When she was certain I didn't intend to reply or acknowledge her presence, she bowed and left. ***

she grumbles,roaming her confused and displeased expression around the beautiful huge pink coloured Barbie decorated room. Her walls are exceptionally decorated, having pink coloured photos of the animated barbie character littered over it,her mirrors and photo frames pink coloured craftef,her cottonspink coloured and perfectly hung against the wall,her floor pink coloured carpeted and mattress pink flower coloured decorated. Wired right?? "Having a peaceful nap isn't much of a big deal" she whispery protests, heading further towards her close by restroom after grappling hold her pink coloured towel. ******* Heading into the restroom, she sluggishly commences her morning hygeine routine.

The walls, the bed sheet, desk, chair, curtains, window frames, vanity, everything. I wondered how I survived decorating this room last night with Allie, who, of course, hadn't grown out of her teenage and made sure to stop every ten minutes to express how she wished she had a pink room as well. The girl was equally as obsessed with pink as Eva, if not more. Finding out that Eva had the same taste in colors, Allie was more motivated to bring out all the pinks of the world and dump it to her room. Jake had smartly excused himself from this room to go check on the photos that needed to be framed, leaving me in the mercy of an over-energetic Allie and Mr. Pink.

This lady had a thing for fashion. It was an all pink room. The walls were painted in pink,the furniture were pink, the bedspread and pillows matched with the walls and furniture. It had a lot of frills and bows There was a canopy bed with pink tulle draping down and a canopy of white voile. The light fixtures were frilly and pink, and even the light bulbs were pink-tinted! A fluffy white rug, lay in the centre. There were some ornate mirrors, and a walk in closet.