Pink Book Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“All these gloomy colors…gray, olive-green, off-white…like a fancy tomb. I know how much you hate it. I stood at the end of the corridor half the night waiting for you to come running out screaming. Thought for sure you’d have nightmares.” I stared at her like she’d grown a second head. “What are you talking about? This room is perfect. Adrian actually got one thing right for once.” I waved at the walls. “Give me dark and dramatic over that cotton-candy pink nightmare any day. Pink makes me want to puke.” Liana’s eyebrows shot up so high they nearly vanished into her hairline. She squinted at me, head tilted, suspicious cat energy on full blast. When I realized why she must be looking at me

“We’ve reviewed the visual deck and the preliminary design. The aesthetic direction is strong. More intimate than a typical serviced residence.” “Because I’m not designing a lobby to make people feel like they’re waiting for a dentist,” I said. Luc gave a small cough. Daniella looked down at her tablet. I knew she was holding back a smile. Claire smiled faintly. “That is... one of the reasons we’re interested. Our buyer wants a unit that feels personal, not like an investment property dressed in marble.” “If they want personal, good. If they want neutral enough to please everyone, I suggest buying beige wallpaper and apologizing to God.”

Not like anything has changed. It’s the same as it was with the aesthetics of poison. I like to imagine it as my own space by hanging framed images of actual Space. I don’t show off as a lover of black on the outside, and don’t overdo it—I mean, dark makeup and sorts. Even my home didn’t have a gothic vibe until I came across this interior design on social media. I know I made the right choice by that. Because even after all these months, I’m still stunned by the design.

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.

The prince sat down on his office chair and started filling his signature on a lot of files. Pink stood at a spot, she kept admiring the office, which is black in color. Everything in there is black. "Hell!" She exclaimed a second time lost in the beauty of the office. If his office is this beautiful, how beautiful will his own room be? Pink thought. And idea came into her mind instantly. Well, I'll check that out myself, she thought, smiling mischievously to herself. "What is funny?" She heard the prince's voice and got pulled out of her trance.

"You don't have any clothing in there? You have an entire bag for stationary?" "I need my notebooks," I reply defensively. I twist my lips at him in annoyance. Who is he to challenge my life? But then again, we're in this together. So maybe he should have a say? I dismiss the thought outright. Fuck that. I pick up my favorite notebook, a 300 page pink and white "monstrosity" as Emma calls it. It's gorgeous really, shades of pink crossing it with white flowers and rhinestones scattered over it.

It would’ve been rare if I didn’t find something I liked. This time, it was a thick spiral A5 notebook. The hard cover was an abstract motif in blues, with a discreet white crescent in the upper right corner and a little white star by it. The pages had the lines in navy blue, and the crescent and the star outlined in light blue in every upper right corner. It was love at first sight. It was calling my name like a siren, and I refused to ignore it.