Light Pink Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The salon is a little white building with a hot pink trim and a front door that matches. It looks cute, kind of like what I would imagine for the barbies that I played with as a young child. When we walk in though, the pink is a little less dramatized as almost all of the surfaces are a gleaming stainless steel with just some slight hot pink trim running through the building. Most of the surfaces that are not steel are white though. It looks very bright and open.

Chapter 40: The Dress ~Zella Pov ~ I opened the bag inside the flat. Tissue paper first, layers of it, expensive and careful, the kind of wrapping that cost money. Beneath it, the dress. Pink. Not quite pink, somewhere between pink and blue, that specific luxury colour that didn't have a proper name, just existed as an aesthetic choice. It was small. Short. The kind of dress that looked like nothing on a hanger and everything on a body. I pulled it out and held it up to the light coming through the window.

It felt good to be back here. The walls were a different shade of pink. On the northernmost part of the wall where the head of her bed was located was covered in a wallpaper with rose pink background and luscious fuschia pink flowers. The westernmost part where her windows were located was painted in the palest shade of pastel pink, almost the same shade as her window frames. The other side of the wall— her workspace and reading area was painted in carnation and every other shade of pink there was. It was mostly an outbursts of pink, her favorite color. She had maintained this color since she was a kid and she didn't see that love for the color dwindling anytime soon.

Al Akira (The Pink pack): Third person pov: The Pink palace was made up of gold with all the gold furniture, gadgets, and clothing but even the gold had a pink hue in it. People who looked like normal humans had pink shaded skin. The pink faced slaves were carrying huge food trays to the dining area. The smoke coming out of piping hot food was pink. After placing those trays, a handsome man with a broad muscular build arrived in the room wearing only knee length shorts. His body was undoubtedly beautiful. His skin had a pinkish golden glow, the face had perfect features with glowing pink irises.

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.”

Light pink wall with white rugs, art paintings decoration on the wall and the kitchen, simple yet gorgeous because it looked something that came out of a Disney movie. “What do you think? Nice? Well, definitely not as good as your mansion I suppose but I worked on it myself. Always been a dream of mine to have a pink theme home. Hope is more of a fairy fan so it made the decorations easier.” Alissa spoke with so much pride and she should be. Gregory was generous to provide him that apartment and allow her to decorate it according to her taste. All her hard work could be seen in every space of the room. Having a daughter makes it easier as they both truly enjoy and share the same interest in

I reply, sharp as a blade. Pablo coughs. Dante stiffens. I reach up and run my fingers over his collar, right where the lipstick stains the fabric. “Pink,” I murmur. “Not really my color. I prefer deep reds. But it suits your skin tone nicely.” Then I smile sweetly. And walk away, leaving them both behind.

She has the money and she is willing to spend on us. We are given different rooms but close to each other, beside each other, I would say. I go into my room, it's pinky as Helena had ordered, I wonder the stress the attendants go through in furnishing and rebranding the stuff already in a room just to make it suit the taste of the occupant of the room. The light, I raise up my eyes to see, is not even white or gold, but pink. This place looks heavenly!

' I stared at Jack's clumsy explanation and replied simply, 'It's fine. Colin's birthday was two months ago. His sudden obsession with pink had started only a month back. Another excuse full of holes. Looking around at the pink couch cover beneath me, I finally sent a message to my assistant. 'Find out what Colin's been up to.' Once that was done, I took a slow look around the house at all the pink things scattered everywhere. From the smallest utensil to the largest piece of furniture—even the curtains—everything pink seemed to crawl across my skin, filling me with a wave of unease and disgust.

"You're the perfectionist." "Me?" I made an offended face. He squeezed my hand. "What color do you think Bella would like?" "Something very princess. Like… Royal Blush. Castle Vanilla. Wand Sparkle." Nick looked at me sideways. "You're making that up." "And you're underestimating the paint industry," I replied with fake seriousness. "If I look it up, it exists." Nick let out a laugh, pulling me closer, and I laughed with him, feeling my chest lighten like, for a second, life remembered how to be soft.