Neon Pink Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The boutique is clean and white. But the colors of gray and pink may have been the reason why the interiors are deemed as beautiful. The huge leather couch that I am sitting on is gray in color. Pink swirling designs that appear as a rose and a head of a wolf on the center accentuate the furniture even more, same as the couch where Pegasus is napping. The vases are smoothly gray and snaked with pink geometry designs. The carpet is even gray and soft. It made me almost cringe because it’s like it’s derived from a dozen gray wolf skin and sewed together in order to make a grand carpet for human feet to brush on.

I had to be as neutral as possible. Sephy caught my attention with a color palette. She pointed out the different colors: Chestnut, moss, pine, sunflower, cordovan and tuscan red. I blinked at the influx of information, staring at the earthy and pastel tones. They seemed to all go well together, forming a cohesive band of colors. I loved them. “That’s so beautiful,” I said, reaching to touch the napkin fabric. It was soft linen, almost gliding between my fingers. “Aiden would never like that. He’s always been monochrome,” she replied, turning over to the next page. “I was thinking something a little more…dark. Merlot? Jacarta? Old burgundy?”

Pathetic. I returned to the club, of course. This time I was wearing something from my closet, something I had never worn before and something I hadn't sold. It was the one thing I probably wasn't going to sell until I got a chance to wear it. It was light, nudish pink, almost the same color as my skin, but sparkly. With plenty of cutouts showing all kinds of skin, enticing people to touch and sample. I shivered at the thought of whose mouth would end up where, worshipping me the way I deserved.

She opened the lipstick in her hand eagerly. "This lipstick is like a magical tool. It can complement a person's complexion very well. Hannah, this shade will look perfect on you. "Try it on. You'll definitely attract the attention of everyone in the room. Come on," Jane urged as she handed the lipstick to Hannah. It was a fluorescent pink lipstick, also known as "Dying Barbie Pink." The color was one that even those who aimed for a perfect Barbie look often struggled to pull off. For people with fair skin like Hannah, it would look universally unflattering. It would make her look tacky and unattractive.

"It's called a classic. I will go as far as to say that the reviews are stellar." "Can you pass me one of those?" He nodded to her drink. "Sure thing." She grabbed another drink from the small cooler she carried and passed it to him, looking at the screen. "I think it's starting." The music kicked in as the opening credits began. Ayesha's hands dipped into the popcorn, and his eyes were immediately drawn to her nails. The design was simple. A soft pink hue coated most of her fingers, and the tips were painted a bright white. He knew there was a name for it, but it escaped him. It was the first time he saw a different style on her. She usually had her nails painted clear.

"Nester?" She nodded, her long dark blonde hair swinging over her shoulders. "Yeah. You create a space that's all yours. Stamp invisible neon signs all over it. NIK'S, DO NOT TOUCH!" Her dark green eyes were sparkling under the can lights I'd insisted on instead of the harsh fluorescent lights that the men had in their offices.

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.

My grandfather had always been fond of anything soft and pink. His house was covered in pink wallpaper, and he slept in a four-poster bed draped with a sheer canopy. Even the curtains glimmered in a sparkling pink hue. As for the Rimac Nevera he recently purchased, he treated it as a prized treasure. The moment he acquired it, he immediately had it repainted in blush pink. This was meant to be the first time he showed it off, but before he even had the chance, someone deliberately cut us off. “That jerk! Let’s see who he is!”

“However, neon colours, specifically done in a more 80’s retro style has not yet been done.” A man with thick rimmed glasses interjected. “Isn’t that a bit cheesy for a professional brand?” I shook my head. “Not if done right. Retro is very ‘in’ at the moment, which means you will appeal to both a younger and older market all at the same time.” A few of the group gave each other some sideways glances, and I knew I’d given them something to consider. Mr Fraggon raised his eyebrow. “You certainly have some interesting points Rosie. Thank you for coming to share your ideas with us.”

I surveyed the space, a sense of unease settled over me, the feeling that something was deeply wrong hanging heavy in the air. This place might look decent enough, but I knew in my gut that it was far from safe for Aurora. And I would do whatever it took to protect her from whatever dangers lurked in the shadows. She doesn’t know that I am not her worst nightmare. There are far more dangerous people out there. Inside the apartment, I couldn't help but be struck by the overwhelming presence of pink. It seemed to coat every surface, from the walls to the furnishings, infusing the space with a soft, rosy hue that was unmistakably Aurora's favorite color.