Neon Pink Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Dominic’s POV: The nursery was filled with the scent of fresh paint and new wood, a subtle fragrance that was soothing rather than overwhelming. That was the intention. I had requested a calm, neutral color scheme, nothing too bright or distracting. Just gentle beige walls, soft lighting, and clean lines. I wanted it to feel serene, like a space from one of those parenting magazines that promise peace to new parents. Peace. It was the one thing I still hadn’t managed to create for Lena.

, he questioned. "I am The Pink Devil. Before you ask, which I know you always do, let me explain who I am to you. I am the glamorous dark queen from hell that punishes worthless men. I named myself The Pink Devil because one of the negative stereotypes for women is that they love the color pink. People consider the color pink as sweet, weak, gay, and useless. I hate how people use the color pink to dehumanize women as weak and useless beings. So I became The Pink Devil to show that women can be mean and have dominance. Plus The Devil could break all the rules and live how it pleases. Also I did not dress up sexy to please you, I did it to make myself look and feel good.", she explained. "Wh

Shades of Black were his favorite but he also had selected other dark colors in his lists like midnight black, foggy grey, brunette, indigo blue, peacock blue, and pine green. "Huh uh? Comfortable?", Aashmaan looked puzzled at him. "It's a unique color, Love, which gives me power and authority", Neil explained and started combing his brown fluffy locks. "What's so unique about it? It shows darkness and hurts my eyes" " she whined at him. Neil came and stood near her. Her heart started jumping in her chest. His masculine familiar cologne was hitting her nostrils. "Dark colors absorb everything in it. All colors lost their identity in front of it. that's why I love to wear dark colors", Neil s

My jaw seemed to be dropping every time I saw something awe inducing and incredible. The room was a mixture of black and pink. Not the Pepto Bismol pink, but the soft tone pink that wasn't painful to the eye. The walls were a pale pink. The furniture was black and the chairs had a zebra print cushion. There was a black desk near the window with two lampshades on both ends. A flat screen TV was mounted on the wall adjacent to the huge pink sofa bed filled with pillows which looked so soft to hug and touch. I could live with this.

TIME: DAY 19 OF EXILE, 13:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 6 - THE NEON SQUARE. STATUS: RESPITE. The Neon Square was designed to be a monument to corporate invincibility. It was an expanse of flawless white marble and polished chrome, larger than four city blocks, bordered by high-end luxury boutiques and manicured, synthetic botanical gardens. Now, it looked like the staging ground for the apocalypse.