Pastel Green Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Finally, she picked up the portfolio and perched lightly on the edge of the desk, crossing her legs beside me. "They’re good," She said after a moment, nodding. "But this one stands out." She pointed to a specific design. I rested a hand lightly on her leg, my thumb brushing against the fabric. "Why that one?" She exhaled, glancing back at the design. "It’s clean, but it doesn’t lack character. The simplicity draws attention to the textures and lines." "That green? It’s bold without being overwhelming. It feels fresh but grounded. And spring is about balance, isn’t it?" She explained.

Her frames stylishly placed on the walls and on her bedside was a replaced frame of she and Josie. On the other side of the walls was a huge pastel pink colored wallpaper with the caption: 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚_𝒕𝒆𝒒𝒔 which had fancy lights draping all over it. The curtains were a mix of peach and gray and the fluffy rug by the bed was a shade of light green coupled along the throw pillows all over the bed which were red hued, giving it a tropical look and an ombre effect.

Athena’s home, the home of her childhood and her sanctuary, had been turned upside down. “How dare you?!” Gone were the bold swatches of colours that had reigned supreme in the decorations of the home. They were all gone. Gone like their owner was never there. They had been replaced by pale colours that made Raymond want to puke. Pastels. Powdery cream colours. Pale pink. Peach. Pale. Pale. Pale! He stormed upstairs to Athena’s suite, where more maids dived to their knees in an effort to avoid his glowering eyes.

she asked, her voice soft and full of concern. “Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just a client. Nothing important.” She seemed satisfied with that answer and went back to flipping through the catalog. “I think I’ve found the right color,” she said, holding up a swatch for me to see. I leaned in, curious. “Green?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Why green?” Emily laughed softly, her fingers brushing over the sample. “Green is calming. It’s soothing, like the color of trees and grass. It’s natural, peaceful. I think it’ll be perfect for the baby. Don’t you think?”

We went back to chatting about the babies and Kira gushing about her plans for the nursery. "For the girl’s side of the room, I’m thinking pastel yellow and gray," she said, her eyes lighting up. "And for the boy, sage green and gray. I want them to feel cozy, not super cliché." "Cute!" I smiled. "Very gender neutral and fresh. They're gonna love it." I glanced at the clock and excused myself casually, trying not to look too eager. “There’s, uh, something I need to check upstairs real quick…”

She flips through the pages slowly, studying each design while Nessa goes through the other designs Tania has already seen. After a few minutes, Tania hands the book back to me. “I want the concepts on these five pages. All of them. You’ll need to work it up and choose and decide the preferred design for each room. I’ll leave that decision to you. I trust your judgement. However,” she grabs one of the color palette sheets. “I’m leaning on these colors: Moss green, white, a darker shade of green, and navy blue. You can add other colors. But I want to see green in my living room.” She says decisively.

“Initiate the ritual. Paint me.” He stroked his arousal, and I shook my head, marveling at his absolute lack of restraint. I thrived on his brash, territorial nature. “I desire deep indigos, forest greens, perhaps some violets and a trace of teal.” I playfully arched my back, elevating my hips to tease him, savoring the sharp intake of his breath as I showcased myself. His low, primal growl as I unclipped my bra—letting my breasts sway while I hunted through the crate of colors—made me tremble with anticipation. I seized the indigo pigment and a fine brush, dipping it before turning to trace the ridged topography of his abdominal muscles.

I say trying to calm her. Elsa and I are more than friends. We are more like sisters, we both stand at a height of 5'9 with golden hair, the only difference is our eye color. Hers are a light brown shade while mine are a very deep shade of green. Most people think we are sisters but we are both just two orphans that met one faithful day, fell in love with one another and became inseparable ever since. My mind is brought back with a mocking laugh behind us, I turn around and find Samuel.

But why? “Why will I be worried about you seeing my room?” “Penelope made a whole deal about showing me her room...sometimes I forget you’re both so different.” “My room is nothing special, it’s plain with only the things I need. It’s not like Penelope’s room though, hers is all white and bright and girly, but mine is kinda dark, I went with an earthy team...well a tad bit foresty, I’m doing brown and green. I have dark wood furniture, floors, and a forest green wallpaper. I wanted moss green, but it was easier to get the forest green, so I have forest green accents to go with the wood. That’s all there is to it. It’s cozy and comforting, so there’s no need to make a fuss about it.” I shrug

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.