March Aesthetic Wallpaper Novels & Stories

We spent another day trying to find the best wallpaper for his home, and he finally chose two that gave off the feeling of winter and landscape. ‘These are nice choices, Mr. McPhee. I will send your preferences to the team, and they will work on the demo videos so that you can get a feel for what the end results will be. If you have any suggestions or corrections, you can send them to my secretary.’

AXEL’S POV: The room was simple. No need for complicated furnishing since I occasionally used this house. Mahogany furniture, custom-designed chandeliers, and marble floor. The walls were a muted shade of gray, adorned with minimalist art—pieces chosen for their precision rather than emotion. A bar sat in the corner, stocked with top-shelf liquor that rarely saw use. The air smelled faintly of leather and cigars, though I neither smoked nor lingered here long enough to drink.

I looked around and realized how different the four accent walls from every one of them. The one in front of me was like a pastel-colored painting of yellow skies and pink clouds. Beside this girly accent wall was a full gray wall with shimmering metallic silver lines in different directions which formed edgy shapes. The one it was facing was a plain Indigo Batik painted wall and the only thing that made it looked like an accent wall was the framed abstract at the center—the same color with messy lines as if painted by a kid. I turned my gaze at the last one, a combination of Red and Black. It was full of overlapping unearthly figures.

“But cafés need personality. What’s your brand?” She blinked at him. “Seriously,” he continued. “Are you cozy Parisian bakery? Modern minimalist? Rustic farmhouse? You need a direction before you choose colors.” She walked slowly toward the window, thinking. “I want warmth. Somewhere people can bring their laptops but also hate their dates.” “Then wallpaper might not be a bad idea.” She turned sharply. “Wallpaper?” “Not the old floral disaster kind. Textured wallpaper with subtle patterns. It adds depth to the place.”

“I do custom work for clients. I work with Marc he makes the furniture I design, and I also handle the decorating.” She sounded proud, and rightfully so. My apartment looked so sleek, modern, and contemporary—it was like a breath of fresh air. Even the abstract art on the walls was beautiful. ”Yes, we work at Mondwächter Urban Timber—the Moon Watcher’s Urban Timber. We do all kinds of custom work; you’d love it! Come by for coffee after school sometime I’d love to show you around,” Amanda said with a smile, taking a sip from her cup. “I made you a contemporary, modern, and fresh 2000s look! I even forced Marc to paint the walls in a soft taupe color for you, ha ha!” Amanda laughed at the tho

The screen filled with beautiful images: soft creams and sage greens, blush pinks and deep navy accents, photos of elegant but simple centerpieces, arched floral backdrops, candle arrangements that looked like they belonged in a fairy tale. I shifted so I could sit in his lap properly. My back rested against his chest. His arms came around me, one hand resting on my stomach like it always did now. I scrolled slowly through the options. "I like this one," I said, pointing at a palette of ivory, pale gold, and dusty blue. "It feels calm. Clean. Like us." Maverick kissed the side of my neck. "I like it too. Simple. Elegant. No over-the-top drama."

Augustus had already installed a lift inside her villa when she was taken away. Lisa took her into the lift and as they reached the third floor, Lisa's eyes opened wide when she saw the beautiful decorative walls. The wall was painted white with a beautiful light blue color pattern on it. It doesn't look like a wall paper. Lisa stared at the wall and as she touched it in curiosity Rheena Carlos told her.

Somehow, my mind feels at ease even just a couple of seconds mesmerizing the beauty here in the gazebo. This is my favorite spot, honestly, I don't feel comfortable in my room. I don't like the wall paint although Mom said that light pink is my favorite color. I prefer an aesthetic wallpaper making the place cozy, neat, clean, and elegant. But of course, I can't voice that out. "Miss Avi?"

Jaxon said I can change anything about my room and I might take him up on that offer for something a little more cozy. The room is gorgeous and Sebastian did an exquisite job with the decor. One entire wall is pure windows overlooking the woods and I can hear the river running off in the distance. There is a balcony that you can access through a side door next to the wall of windows and I have a full patio set out there with a small fire pit. I am on the third floor and all I can see are the tree tops and sky. The wall directly across from the windows is mural of a dense shadowey forest made souly of grays and greens. It is breathtaking and looks like you are about to walk into any number of

Too good. I’m not sure how I missed all of this last night, but if I’m being honest, the explanation probably involves the most dangerous mouth I’ve ever trusted with my dick. Or his ass. One of the two. The ugly yellow-and-blue floral wallpaper is still here, which surprises me. I doubt Alessia would approve. But the art Jesus. The art changes everything. The hallway is lined with photographs. Large. Moody. Men and women suspended underwater, naked or nearly so, wrapped in flesh-toned silk that coils around them like secrets. Each piece feels intimate. Personal. Like something you’re not meant to look at for too long.