Neon Pink Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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.

If I would have let a person witness the barbaric torture inflicting on the prisoners even for one minute, I am damn sure that person would have died then and there with a heart attack. I walked into the bedroom of my beloved sister. Her bedroom was designed by IONS DESIGN, a Dubai-based company, uses soft and soothing pink and white to create a sparkling luxurious feel. From a modern chandelier that dangles over the bed to a plush pink carpet that practically begs for your bare feet.

From head to toe she was covered in different shades of pink: a coral pink silk blouse, a salmon pink knee-length skirt, and a limited edition rose pink Adidas sneaker, and she finished her devotion for pink and her ludicrous look with a bubblegum pink jacket. Honestly, I never saw a human wrapped in so many shades of pink before. It was like she was declaring how much she needed this annoying color in her life to stay alive. However, it wasn't her pink outfit that caught my attention; it was her eyes. The bluish-green one, which I was sure belonged to less than one percent of the population, yet it felt familiar. Like I saw them before. Like they comforted me when I was at my lowest.

“I love the matching grey. Seriously, Annie, you did it again! This is like witchcraft! I can’t imagine pairing hot pink with grey!” “I was beginning to worry when you said ‘hot pink and grey’. But then you showed the pictures and—my god—they looked gorgeous!” B.A.D’s Vice President was clapping too. Annie bowed and lifted a proud beam at her audience. “I thought, how best to project a playful yet innocent image. And viola! It struck me!” “Just like that?” The Vice President snapped his fingers. “Just like that,” Annie replied, smiling meaningfully in my direction.

I would like to have purple and blue but I let Aiden decide. "Why don't you pick the blue one, Aiden?" I asked him. "You look good in blue, Mom. I want you to be unnoticed as possible...even though it's impossible." The last sentence is a whisper but I was still able to hear it. I snickered. Sometimes, it feels like my son is hyping over me. "Okay. Pastel colors are the least noticeable colors." I just promised even if it's not true. Pastel colors are gentle to the eyes. It's a soft color for soft girls.

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.

She had on one of those pajama sets that his mother always bought his cousins for Christmas, but had never seen any of theirs in that shade of pale pink, or that sheer. Her nipples pressed against the fabric in tight little points, and the only way any male wouldn’t have noticed was if he were dead. And Asher wasn’t dead. He definitely wasn't, judging by the way his cock twitched as he stared at her. They were the color of cinnamon, the exact color they had been in his dreams, which made him wonder if everything else about his dreams would be the same, and they were showcased beautifully by the shimmering pastel fabric. Asher blinked past the impulse to take his gaze lower.

MIA "You didn't answer my question. Do you like it?" I nodded. "I do." "Or, you want me to pink it all up for you?" I furrowed my brows, letting out a chuckle. "What? Pink it all up?" He nodded. "Yeah. You love pink studs, don't you?" I chuckled. "I could change the desk and chair to pink ones. Get you something like a portrait of Cardi B or Nicki Minaj for the wall. They wear pink mostly though."

Her radiant smile illuminated her face, and Mystro felt his breath catch in his throat. Elaine was adorned in a breathtaking pink dress that cascaded down to her knees. The delicate fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty. The dress seemed to have been designed specifically for her, as if it was made to highlight her best features. It was a shade of pink that mirrored the blush on her cheeks, a color that mirrored the blossoming flowers of spring. Mystro's eyes widened, and he found himself momentarily speechless. He had seen her in various outfits before, each one accentuating her charm, but this pink dress held a magical allure. It transformed her

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."