Pink Aesthetic Book Novels & Stories

I returned a favoring smile to her by doing it genuinely before I took the book on her soft palm, an almost thick book with a blue cover. The book is heavy. On the front cover, there is a closed eye with long black thick lashes in a form of feathers placed inside a pentagon. Outside the badge has a wonderful abstract ocean and sunrise. Below it, golden embossed letters are shining to make its cover spectacular: BOOK OF A ZONER "Begin reading from page two to page five," Psyche said to me, stopping me in amazement. So I did what she wanted me to do. I flipped the pages until I reached the second page of the book. I started reading what's on it.

It is a wedding dress that’s just short at the front, almost like a dress you would wear for salsa dancing but white and it looks more like a wedding one. “This is the second one.” Turning the laptop to me, I stop and stare at it. Wow, that is different! “Okay, it’s black.” She nods to my statement, yet while I look at it, I see the beauty. It isn’t white and traditional, but it is beautiful. “I actually love it. The whole style, everything. It is weird that the black makes it so much better. Which one are you thinking?” Looking at her, she looks at the screen.

I look around the brightly painted room as April looks for her drawing book under the pile of papers she has on her desk. The room was painted Hot pink and so were the carpets on the floor. It looks like the room came straight out of a Disney princess movie. "I'm gonna go on a limb here and say you're favorite colour is pink." April chuckles as she pushes more papers off her desk until she final found a small black drawing book. "It's not my all time favorite colour but it's what I'm feeling at the moment. Two months ago, my hair was bright purple and so was the walls and the carpets. Here." April pats the bed and gestures for me to sit next to her.

“No, I don’t concern myself with others on most accounts, but I know how to keep them absent. Donate them what they anticipate and they think they have you all figured out. Most individuals have unimaginably brief consideration spans.” Her gaze limited on him, pondering if he was performing presently. “I don’t judge books by their covers.” He tilted his head, giving her a doubtful smile. “No?” She shook her head. “Book covers bore me. I’m colorblind, so I have no choice but to go by what’s inside.” “No joking? You can’t see any color?” “Blue. Everything else is sort of level and gloomy. Shades mix together.” He bent and looked the racks, pulling a book down and putting it on the table. “What

She dips the brush into the grey paint and strokes the soft color onto the book. “I always get more anxious when I am…being visited by mother nature.” She beats around the bush. I guess period talk embarrassed her. How could I not have noticed? Her cheeks are stained pink along with her neck and ears. She was fidgeting the whole time while we were talking about what to do with her being on it and we had a total stranger come in and she probably felt like the conversation was too personal. We were just trying to keep her safe, I can't say I am sorry for that. I kneel to the ground to get a closer look at what she was making. So far, she has only got the front cover painted grey and now she is

Or maybe it's her exquisite eyes, deep brown with an almost oriental look, coupled with her mahogany complexion that makes me catch my breath. "Right this way," I say, leading her across the store. "Is there a specific book you're looking for?" I ask as we walk toward the sexuality section. "No, not a specific book. I just want to look through your selection," she responds. I'm taking in more of her beauty as we talk. She'd be tall even without her two-inch heels and her pale blue blouse beneath a light grey business suit perfectly complements her cocoa brown skin. "There are a lot of books on orgasms. Is there a specific type you wanted?" I ask as we arrive at the sexuality section.

she grips my hand and guides me back through to the book store part, walking through she stops by some books, and hands me one. There, on the cover is a pink fucking unicorn. She found one? I stare at her and she laughs. "Pink unicorn," she smiles up at me. "You're fucking crazy, you read it?" I stare in amazement as she nods. "I did and I'll admit I didn't enjoy it a single bit, but I had to get it, read it because that's the next book you're reading." My head tilts. "Please say you're joking?" She has to be. Her head shakes, and she places the book back.

I was patient when I needed to be. Taking my mind off that, I let my gaze dart through the bedroom in an attempt to distract myself. We'd had it decorated in pink from top to bottom. Not my preferred color, but something that Liya was bound to like. It was disappointing to see that she'd hardly unpacked anything here. The room still felt empty save for her books arranged neatly on the study table.

I internally gag trying to hide my horror. “I had the room redone for you.” as she walked towards the windows pulling back the drapes. I cringe trying to force a smile “Oh, you shouldn’t have.” Jean just smiles “It’s no problem, I’m glad I could help.” Pink is literally my least favorite color as I try to stomach the sight of the room. Walls, ceiling, rugs, bedding, curtains, furniture, accessories, basically everything is in different shades of pink. How on Earth can someone like pink this much. Then I stop myself, oh yeah we aren’t on Earth anymore. Thinking back to my home and family a sad feeling aches inside of me.

A temporary hiding place before we inevitably end up where we always do contemporary and queer romance. Our natural habitat. I pick up a book with a massive dragon painted across the cover and slowly rotate it in my hands. Fantasy covers go hard. The artwork is ridiculous in the best way. Every scale on the dragon has been illustrated with obsessive detail. Blue melting into green, green into purple, purple streaked with gold. The colors swirl like magic itself spilled across the page. It’s so beautiful it almost hurts to look at. My lips wobble slightly. “I like him so much,” I whisper.