March Aesthetic Wallpaper Novels & Stories

my laugh becoming more and more uncontrollable. “You should be happy I don’t crave werewolf brain, no one will be safe in this house” she says with a mouthful. As I step closer to her, I notice the intricately designed wallpaper in the room, adorned with delicate floral patterns that add a touch of elegance to the space. The room itself is neat and tidy, with soft lighting that creates a warm and cozy ambiance. “Are the wallpapers new?” I ask out of sheer curiosity and she gives a honest response. “Silver was out for some time and she thinks they’ll look lovely in the room”.

Walls are covered with beautiful, serene wallpaper of flowers and it causes a sense of home to fall over Maryanne. "It feels very homey, even if it is a mansion," Jessica states, bringing to life Maryanne's own thoughts. Veronica nods, remaining quiet as she eyes the artwork on the walls. Maryanne is not sure where Max found all of the decorations for the house, especially in the short amount of time before they moved in, but he chose amazing pieces. Each painting hangs as though it were meant for the house and the specific area. There is a theme for each hallway. The one they are in is the beach. There are paintings of the Ocean and of families playing in the sand. Even the abstract pieces

I couldn’t help but grin like a Cheshire cat. Taking my seat, my eyes darted from left to right, absorbing my surroundings. The design was chic. Most of the walls were white, detailed with a subtle rose gold abstract design. The washbasins, at the far end of the salon, were surrounded by marbled splash-back tiling, and matching dark grey furniture complemented the black leather chairs at each station. Large white and rose gold decorative mirrors hung from the wall and almost rested upon marbled work surfaces in front of each chair.

Silence filled the room for the millionth time, Mercedes had left but returned with a glass of water, Aramide glanced at the decoration again, the walls were deep blue and the floor had black marble tiles,The decorations were done with cream and beige, There were pretty frames and the walls were splashed with Colors, it was really nice to see. “Aren't you gonna drink something?” Mercedes asked. “Thank you,” Aramide whispered as she brought the water to her lips. FLASH BACK

I murmur, taking them and placing them in the trolley. I feel excitement rushing through me. I can already imagine them sitting on shelves around Ethan's room. Further down the aisle I find some wallpaper samples and I begin going through them. One catches my eye immediately. A soft mountain landscape painted in muted sage green with forests stretching under the snowy peaks. I stop browsing and stare at it. "Oh... Wow... It's beautiful... Isn't it?" I say, glancing down at Ethan who claps excitedly again and I smile. "I agree. This is exactly what we."

That would have been my new wallpaper. **************

“It’s clearly green. A soft, earthy green. Like the woods, like new life. Calming and grounding.” We debated for a surprisingly long time, each mate presenting their case with impassioned arguments, their voices a comfortable murmur in the sunlit room. We finally compromised on a soft sage green for the walls, with delicate golden trim and accents—a nod to Ranon’s preference for earthy tones, Alaric’s appreciation for natural beauty, and my desire for warmth and light, with a hint of Theron’s elegance. Ranon’s triumphant grin when he meticulously painted the first test swatch on the wall—a perfect square of sage green—was nothing short of ridiculous, beaming like a proud artist.

“It just took so long, and you kept getting more and more stressed, so it seemed smarter and smarter to just make the aesthetic decisions and let you change them if you wanted.” He unlocked the door and pushed it open. The foyer of the Mansion spread out in front of me. The beautiful wood floor remained, and so did the sweeping staircases, but everything else had been changed. The dour walls became pastels much like the ones Sera and I had agonized over for the shelter. The rugs had been replaced with soft geometric patterns that matched the walls. In the middle of the foyer sat a circular desk with a chair in the center, already set up with three different monitors. I drifted inside and ran

A wide rectangular room with a Grey wallpaper that has cactus rose colored swirlings on it. My feet move forward without my command, taking in the decorations of the room. Don't know which is big between this room and the one back home. Wind blows the cream colored satin curtains that cover the open balcony. Whistling in the fresh smell of the vines and wet tress.... Vines?

The bread trembles in my fingers, so I set it down and move to the next table like nothing is wrong. We finish the rounds and cut through the quiet side corridor back toward the kitchen. The walls here are lined with a carved screen that makes light into lattice. Wolves chase moons in the pattern, all motion and stylized hunger. It’s old work, the places where hands have passed for years are worn smooth. When I touch it with one fingertip, the wood is silky and cool. “Don’t let Marek catch you petting the wall,” Kai teases, eyes warm. “I’m memorizing it,” I say before I can stop myself.