Pink Book Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"My color scheme book. I'm thinking pink, white, cream and grey" "Mom" Alexis said in warning but she was long gone. Talk about digging your own grave. Maybe this was a bad idea. Her mother could sometimes go over the top with her ideas. Holy shit. Her and JR were like two peas in a pod. Pink, cream and grey? Really? She shuddered carrying the cup of coffee back to her father. Yes, she wanted an apartment but she also wanted it to be all her. Her designs, her color scheme, even the furniture. They had to be her decision. Not her mother's or some interior designer. Thinking about a solution she entered the study. "Here's your coffee" "Thanks honey. What did your mom say?"

Dani snorted, "like that has changed.” She sighed, dramatically. "sue me. Pink is such a beautiful colour.” And there was no denying that. But I doubt Kieran would like his room covered in pink. “Why do you have that look on your face?" Allie asked, going towards the window to open it. I frowned, “was I that easy to read?" “You wear your emotions on your sleeve." Dani explained, proving her point. “I'm just thinking about decorating Kieran's room, but I don't think he's going to appreciate pink…or purple.”

"It's called a classic. I will go as far as to say that the reviews are stellar." "Can you pass me one of those?" He nodded to her drink. "Sure thing." She grabbed another drink from the small cooler she carried and passed it to him, looking at the screen. "I think it's starting." The music kicked in as the opening credits began. Ayesha's hands dipped into the popcorn, and his eyes were immediately drawn to her nails. The design was simple. A soft pink hue coated most of her fingers, and the tips were painted a bright white. He knew there was a name for it, but it escaped him. It was the first time he saw a different style on her. She usually had her nails painted clear.

“Add that to the list.” He wandered toward the windows. “This paint though…” She groaned. “I know. It’s terrible.” “It’s not terrible,” he corrected gently. “It’s just… uninspired.” “It’s dull, it looks like an office from 2008.” He chuckled. “What are you thinking?” “I was thinking soft cream walls, maybe a muted sage green accent. Something warm. Something that makes people want to sit.” “Cream is safe,” he said thoughtfully. “But cafés need personality. What’s your brand?”

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.

All the furniture was either white or bluish gray and there's not a single thing that has a shade of pink. That thought made Sebastian's lips spasmed. He suddenly felt embarrassed that he thought her favorite color was pink back then and the reason why did everything he gave her was pink. Sandra let him marvel his eyes around her room. She silently sat on the edge of the bed and smirked at her fiancé. “Why don't we start now?” she asked suggestively. Sebastian blinked several times. “Start what?” he asked in confusion. Sandra chuckled and extended her arms while Sebastian quickly walked forward and held them.

Her face is worst than the worst, it's already like a coloring book because of her thick make-up so what's the difference? "Of course I saw it with my two eyes! I even took a video! "- Blue is still laughing while watching the video he took. "She's really ugly! I knew from the moment I saw her that this color will suit her!"- The color of the paint is brown and she looks like a hairy monkey. "Didn't I told you to just sit there?"- Drake pointed the sofa we're currently sitting on. What a killjoy! "And to behave!"- Boo!

The box opened. The book was inside. Twelve copies, arranged in two stacks of six, separated by the cardboard dividers that had been placed by the packer at the publisher's warehouse. The covers faced up. The dark cover—the color of the accumulation, Don had said when they had discussed the design with the publisher's designer in September. The designer had brought samples. Don had rejected the first three. The first had been too black, the second too brown, the third too blue. The fourth was the color of the accumulation: the dark that was not the absence of light but the presence of all the colors together, the way soil was dark because it contained everything that had fallen into it over

I looked around and realized how different the four accent walls from every one of them. The one in front of me was like a pastel-colored painting of yellow skies and pink clouds. Beside this girly accent wall was a full gray wall with shimmering metallic silver lines in different directions which formed edgy shapes. The one it was facing was a plain Indigo Batik painted wall and the only thing that made it looked like an accent wall was the framed abstract at the center—the same color with messy lines as if painted by a kid. I turned my gaze at the last one, a combination of Red and Black. It was full of overlapping unearthly figures.

“What are you thinking for the stormy aesthetic?” Harper asked curiously, holding up the deep winter swatches which include the colours: midnight, olive, expresso, silver, grey, charcoal, mocha, wine, brick red, ruby, Boysen berry, fuschia, magenta, mustard, honey, Ocea, dark green, forest, jungle, royal purple, mulberry, purple, royal blue, Aegean, and ceru lean. Knox snatched the swatches from her hand, spreading them across the desk like he was dealing a winning hand in a high-stakes game. His parrot green eyes darted over then, his lips moving silently as he processed each colour. “Stormy aesthetic,” he repeated, tasting the words. "Aye, it's got tae feel heavy. Atmospheric. No' just dar