Light Pink Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The leader of the decorating team was already getting nervous as she hadn't expected this to go this way. "I do not want bright colors. I want something that screams modest in a sophisticated way. Can you do that?" Athena asked as she looked through the supplies they had brought. The woman nodded. "Yes, we can." Athena nodded. "And for the lights, I want a very pale amber. Or do I call it pale gold? Something close to white but still with a hint of gold. Like the rising sun." Damien, from behind Athena gave the woman an apologetic look. He had warned them before they came that she was a difficult thing but it seemed like they hadn't understood the kind of difficulty he was talking about.

The room was decorated in pink and blue. The room was a wonderland of colors and creativity, perfectly tailored for the twins. On one side, the walls were painted a soft pastel pink, adorned with delicate floral patterns and whimsical fairy decals. The bed, covered with a fluffy pink comforter, had a canopy draped in sheer, sparkly fabric, making it look like a princess’s bed. Plush toys, from unicorns to teddy bears, were neatly arranged on shelves, and a little vanity set complete with a mirror and tiny stool stood by the window.

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.

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

He smirks, back to his carefree self. “Guess that would make for a smoother transition to power.” I joke. Colton and Grant join us shortly along with the Mabry twins. We finish eating, and I go to find Lindsey who is staring at color swatches that look extremely similar. “I think I like blushing rose better than perfectly peach. It’s got less of an orange hue. You said orange wasn’t your color before. Besides it goes better with bright white. You’d probably want more of a cream color with the perfectly peach.” Lindsey says, holding two of the swatches up at the light.

he asks still on edge. I smile, trying to dissipate his mood. "Yup. Isn't it great?" The first few times you enter Anessa's bakery it can be off-putting. I mean the pink is everywhere. Put her in a pink poodle skirt and you'd think the fifties were making a comeback. Not only is the tea served in cute little teacups with matching saucers — most of them pink or another variation of fine China — but there are Barbie pink walls and cute teal tables and chairs for a small pop of different color. And Anessa always makes sure to decorate the bakery in an overabundant fashion for every single holiday. It's cute and quaint and very pink.

"Okay, I want something beautiful, that catches the eye immediately, but that isn't to in your face." I say and they all nod their heads, thinking about what I said. “What about dark blues, maybe some light blues inbetween with silver accents?” Asher’s mother suggests and my mother nods her head with a smile. “I like it. Moonlight tones.” She says, I open my mouth to speak but Anna beats me to it. “I like it, but no pastels, just the dark blue with silver.” She says and I nod my head. “Thank you, I was thinking the same.”

“All these gloomy colors…gray, olive-green, off-white…like a fancy tomb. I know how much you hate it. I stood at the end of the corridor half the night waiting for you to come running out screaming. Thought for sure you’d have nightmares.” I stared at her like she’d grown a second head. “What are you talking about? This room is perfect. Adrian actually got one thing right for once.” I waved at the walls. “Give me dark and dramatic over that cotton-candy pink nightmare any day. Pink makes me want to puke.” Liana’s eyebrows shot up so high they nearly vanished into her hairline. She squinted at me, head tilted, suspicious cat energy on full blast. When I realized why she must be looking at me

She knows what she is doing. Those beautiful curves, butter-like skin and radiant glow. How am I supposed to control myself? I am trained to control my mind and emotions but everything goes in vain when she is in front of me. I pulled the gown down her head, covered in pastel pink satin. She scowled when she saw pink on her body, it's not her favourite colour, but she looks the prettiest in pink. She thinks pink is too soft for her aura, but I always tell her that she looks like an angel when she is in pink.

It is designed in the typical Ryan's way, it's very masculine from the gray paintings to the dark wallpapers to the gray bedspread. The last time I was here, I wasn't exactly in a sober state, and it was also late at night. The next morning we had fought like enemies made from hell. "You really like my room, huh?" He asked resting his back on the headboard. I rolled my eyes, emulating his action "It's dark" "Dark is cool, better than having to blind myself with an all pink design" "Pink is beautiful" He quirked a brow "You talk like a fan of a particular pink lover... what's she called again?"