Pink Book Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The only chairs open weren't close to each other so we could only make faces at each other as the people did their work. I had chosen to get my nails dipped in a pale pink that was almost white in color. It was my all time favorite color. I knew Brooke hated it, she thought it was too dull. Brooke of course had to have purple, with white designs on them. We were both pleased with their work as we left, Brooke still tried to convince me to go get my hair cut telling me mine looked a hot mess. I refused, I knew it wouldn't hurt to get a trim but I was really just ready to go back home and relax. Seth had yet to email and I had doubts if he ever would.

his frustration was written all over his face and I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Ridiculous? I think it looks amazing. It adds to the beauty of this place. It attracts love, nurture, and compassion as the color pink symbolizes. "The color evokes feelings of comfort, warmth, and hope. Maybe you all should try embracing some color in your lives." I shot back, crossing my arms around my chest. Rhys moved closer to me, his jaw tightened. "Talia this isn't about making this place beautiful and colorful as you claim. It's about respecting boundaries."

Richard said as they were walking to an ATM machine located next to the shopping mall. “Thank you,” Rebecca smiled. “Did mum buy it for you?” Richard asked. “Not really, I bought it last Christmas,” Rebecca replied. “Is red your favourite colour?” Richard asked. “Why do ask?” Rebecca responded. “I’m just asking,” Richard replied. “Pink is my favourite colour, what about you?” she asked. “I love black,” Richard replied. “That’s cool,” Rebecca commented. “I would love to see you wearing pink,” Richard said. “Really? Can I ask you why?” Rebecca said.

Every fucking time that passes, Isabelle remains number one more than before. The interior designer arrives an hour later. Her name is Clara, sharp-eyed, and very attentive. “I want this done right,” I tell her immediately. “No compromises.” She nods, pen poised. “Tell me everything.” I walk through the space slowly, hands in my pockets, the vision unfolding clearly in my mind. “It needs to be pink,” I begin. “Not childish or the loud kind of pink. It should be soft, curated pink, elegant, and warm.”

What caught Dylan off guard most was how pink her apartment was. He hadn’t pegged Laura as one of those pink girls, but the apartment practically glowed. Not in a sickly-sweet Barbie dream house kind of way, but more like IKEA had decided pink was the color of the season and Laura had happened to decide to decorate her entire place that year. Even the bathroom had some shade of pink that dominated.

I asked “We are, we’re currently deciding the colors we’re going to be using for the pastels.” “No, we were completely talking about something else.” I replied chuckling. “Well sometimes we need a distraction so we can rest our fragile minds and clear the atmosphere. We’ve discussed the color, and I think we should use pink since it’s your favorite.” “Yes, and we can add blue too since it’s alpha Aiden’s favorite color.” “What? No— you don’t have to..” “We could add a little bit of broken white for balance.” “Yes, it definitely will be something.”

I pointed out, pushing the tablet gently back to him. “Is that so?” He said, meeting my eyes. I was fuming with anger, but I tried to calm myself. I will not cry in front of him, especially when Blake is not doing anything except banging the table. “You are only seeing pink in the design, but you seemed to forget there are fifty shades of pink.” I stood up. “Pink lace, piggy pink, baby pink, cherry blossom pink... Do I need to continue?” I asked. He scoffed. “And your point?”

Unrealistic rooms favoured with the goodness of pink that was usually owned by daughters of emperors in faraway fairy tales kingdom and to be frank, Hilary Stanley was a human who was just living a pretty similar life. There was a particular attribute to Hilary's room, or preharps chamber, that was reflective of her spirit and even if you know nothing about her, coming to her room would make you sure of some particular favourites of her. And that was, her love for pink, the calming colour associated with feminity, kindness and love; and fashion, an antique art made with creativity and innovation.

"Fear not sweetheart, I'm not going to be your only friend because girl, my circle is big and I'm gonna introduce you to everyone." Sage really looked like the type of girl to have a lot of friends, she just had this bubbly energy to her. She also looked like someone who didn't contemplate much before doing anything, someone who would let her impulsive thoughts win. For starters, her hair was dyed pink which was matching with her pink nails, pink sandals and pink backpack. The knee length black sundress she was putting on was the only thing that didn't have the colour pink. She definitely looked like a real life barbie with how snatched her waist was and how pale her skin was looking.

But I had always drooled at the type of women who owned themselves. Dressed for themselves. My hand first went out to a pink number in front of me. A lazy thing that would twirl in the air. I could feel Zayan watching me. He barely moved when I did. Kept himself in perfect position behind me. A looming presence that sent shudders down my spine. "Pink isn't your color. It will make you look more washed out than you are. Try greens and rich blues. A few neutrals. Fiery red." His breath fanned my ear. Made goosebumps spring out on my skin.