Pastel Blue Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The slap of Kat's heels against the white tiled floor was music to her ears, but the weight of familiarity became heavy when she saw the colorful paint splash logo of Beaufort Farlowe, which occupied the seventeenth to twentieth floors of this thirty-story building called Pacific Blue. True to its name, Pacific Blue had a blue-themed interior and exterior, but the Beaufort Farlowe floors were pretty much a rainbow wonderland. The offices, the décor, the dividers, and even the flowering plants were blooming with color. The only drab thing in the whole place were the conference rooms, especially the one at the twentieth floor, which the senior executives occupied.

~Sai That night faded quickly, and before I even noticed, the next day was already staring me in the face. Trust Celine to always go over the top. She had a taste for the dramatic—it practically oozed from her personality. As a true Gen Z, she wanted her birthday party to be one of the biggest in town. The entire pack was bathed in blue. Like she said earlier, it was an all-blue party, and she meant it. Blue drapes, blue balloons, even the lights had a soft blue tint.

Elowen's POV “Absolutely not,” Ranon countered immediately, shaking his head. “Blue. A deep, calming blue. Like the sky at dusk.” “No, no, no,” Theron cut in, his lips twitching with amusement, a mischievous glint in his silver eyes. “Something neutral. Elegant. White with delicate silver accents. Like a winter wonderland.” “You’re all wrong,” Alaric announced, stepping back from the plans, his arms crossed, a smug look on his face. “It’s clearly green. A soft, earthy green. Like the woods, like new life. Calming and grounding.”

"We are attending a work related event and I just happen to be accompanying him. It is not a date." Rachel hummed in understanding. "You work at K-tech." "I do." Seeing that she didn't want to continue with the conversation, Racheal didn't push her. She picked up the pallet of eyeshadows , and brought it in front of her. "What color would you like?" Lisa took a while to reply. "Blue...? Anything that won't stand out too much." Racheal shook her end with a light clicking of her tongue. "Blue definitely isn't your color. Look at your skin. It is already so pale. Any more and you will be looking like a pretty ghost from a 1900's horror movies."

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.

Sometimes I see remnants of who she was glimpse now and then, but never again do I think I'll see her again. "Cole?" I hear Xavier mutter behind me. I turn around. He walks closer to me, and stands only inches from behind my body. I feel tension bubble between us. But not the bad kind. "Which colour?" I ask him, almost in a whisper. He steps in front of me and traces his finger along all the products. Then he stops. "Let's try pastel pink?" We both enter my kind of small bathroom. The pale blue almost grey tiles on the floor and walls cradle us both.

Eva, ever the enthusiastic friend, took the lead, dragging Flora from one display to the next. “So, what kind of look are we going for?” Eva asked, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt. “Modern, rustic, bohemian?” Flora pondered for a moment. “I think I want something minimal, but with a soft, pastel touch. Nothing too bold or overwhelming. Just cozy and inviting.” Eva nodded approvingly. “Good choice. Minimalism will keep it from feeling cluttered, and the pastels will add warmth and a touch of elegance. Let’s find you some perfect pieces.”

Vivian was right behind her. The place was a bit larger than she would have expected for a breakfast/ice cream joint. “I guess it is this large because of the unholy merger of breakfast meals and ice cream,” Vivian thought to herself. She took in the scenery all around her. The place had a relatively simplistic design, but it worked well for it. It had a white and blue theme all around; the walls were mainly white, but about halfway through at the bottom, the white slowly faded into blue with a myriad of different gradients of blue increasing in hue until it reached Azure Blue.

she urged. I was having a huge brainstorm and it was bliss. I carefully curated a palette of shimmering whites, creams, and pale grays, evoking the moon's gentle glow. “Okay,” I said, surprised by my creativity that evening. I had a flashback of my night with Xavier under the moon. “Why don't we throw in some blue?” I thought. I added a hint of iridescent blue, like the moon's subtle shimmer in the night sky. The colors seem to shift and change as the light catches them, just like the moon's phases.

I excitedly cover it up, almost too unrealistically. "Uh-huh? You think I'm a fool, Ravine? I know you changed them to grey-green after I told you to put blue. That was only a month ago." He insists. I am so stupid! Of course he said that but my stupid self didn't want too much blue in my house that time. Now that I look around, Aaron in blue aesthetic looks great too. I'll prefer blue right away, if he is in my scene. "Well then, there's a new member in the house and I want a photoshoot with him in blue!" I yell. Lie for another lie. This gotta have no end to it now.