Pastel Purple Aesthetic Novels & Stories

And also made Alexis uncomfortable with it. While descending the stairs, Alexis realized how spacious, big, and beautiful Adrian's house was there. The number of ornaments and old objects that almost fill every part of the house. Especially with the vintage pastel house paint, which can add a spooky impression, but also warm at the same time. Alexis is feeling deja vu. She felt as if she had been in this position before, in the same situation and atmosphere. But Alexis couldn't remember it very clearly at all.

~Liliana Rosalyn~ Warm ray of light heats up my skin, calling me back to life. Fluttering slowly for adjustment, I pause to admire the room. I haven't really paid much attention to it until now. The faint purple led lights coming from the ceilings' corners attract me even more. The room is painted dark ash, giving sexy and dangerous vibe, matching the matte black of the furniture. There are different lights but they are all warm and dark colours while the corner lights are purple, radiating off of the black walls. It's so beautiful. It looks something out of a fantasy picture. Wow. The ceiling-to-floor mirror only adds to the beauty and the last magic is the ceiling-to-floor curtains left cl

The lazy smirk his lips melted into fit perfectly with every sharp angle of his face. “Well, it fits you like a fucking glove and makes your tit’s look perfect. It’s low in the back, draws the attention to your amazing ass. Oh, and it’s purple.” Purple? The man didn’t know his colors, it seemed. It was too pale, too dusty to be called something as basic as purple. A giggle slid past my lips, tainted with venom that Nox failed to notice. Like a snake, my beauty distracted him from how deadly I truly was.

There was a sense of mystery that lined my and Paige's relationship, and that made it all the sweeter. "Hi, Kaiser." Her words moved over me like silk. Her voice was laced with honey. Her lips shinned like moist candy. "Hi, Paige." I reached my hands out and took hers. Paige had wavy red hair that flowed down to her mid back, with just a few strands that fell into her face. Her blue eyes were stolen from the sky on the most beautiful of spring days. The ten or so freckles that dotted each cheek gave her a unique look that had long been breed out of real people. Her heart-shaped face exposed two little dimples, even without smiling.

On Monday, she took pleasure in entering the closet and selecting a beautiful combination of clothes and accessories, applying light but skillful makeup, brushing her hair, and completing the look with jewelry she had designed herself and the company had manufactured. She opted for a high-waisted caramel pencil skirt with a snake-print camisole and a black blazer, shoes matching the skirt, a Prada bag matching the blazer, and gold and onyx earrings and necklace.

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 drapes glittered faintly, catching the light with every tiny movement, as if laced with stardust. And the bed itself every part of itfrom the pillows to the sheets to the blanket, was drenched in shades of purple. Deep, regal hues blended into softer violet tones, creating a rich, velvety harmony of color that looked both magical and ethereal. And it wasn’t just that. The thick curtains draped all over the windows were also in varying shades of my favorite color, each panel blending into the next with a graceful gradient, some deep like amethyst, others soft like lavender at dusk.

I'm being childish, and shake my head with determination as I watch her walk down the path and disappear into the safe forest, heading towards the main pack grounds. I take a warm shower to ease my tense body, letting the water wash over me and soothe me. Drying my hair, I study the bleached ends and see the colours fading. The fuchsia and lavender tips were something I experimented with when I finished school a while ago, and I liked the prettiness so much I kept it by using permanent colour. Some called it silly or quirky, but I didn't care. I loved bright and pastel colours. My bedroom walls were painted blush pink, my clothes were all sorts of pale and soft hues, and the fresh flowers th

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.

"He has a phone and he's watching it online." "Ohh.. a childish act." I smiled as I could imagine him watching the Spongebob series inside his office. "But I'm curious, Belle. Why do you love purple? Because it looks like all your things were purple. The wall here in your office, your dress at the engagement party, the motif of your wedding and your freaking car! They were all purple." A light chuckle escaped through my lips. "Because purple is my favourite colour. It represents creativity, wisdom, dignity, peace and independence."