Red And White Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Chapter 136 The Whitmore residence occupied the kind of house that had stopped being just a house several generations ago and had become instead a statement—three floors of considered architecture set back from the street behind ironwork gates and a gravel drive that crunched with the particular self-importance of gravel that knew its own value. The interior had been decorated and redecorated across decades by women with strong opinions and unlimited budgets, and the result was the specific aesthetic of a space that was simultaneously very beautiful and very aware of being very beautiful.

"It's purely about the wolf aesthetic. This aesthetic can be applied to product packaging, clothing design, films, animations, everyday items—it represents a cultural identity with vast applications." My father's expression changed as understanding dawned. "You want to create a comprehensive brand based on this aesthetic." "It's not just a brand—it's pack identity! Ancestral tradition! The aesthetic embedded in wolf genes," I clarified, my enthusiasm growing as I explained my vision. "We're not just selling products; we're selling our heritage, our very essence." Derek nodded thoughtfully. "So instead of traditional territory marking through force or politics, you're suggesting we mark throu

And all boring till Lilies sent Raven the catalogue of their new collection, yet to be launched, asking if we wanted any pieces. We browsed through it and my eyes fell in love with a deep red perfectly tailored suit. "Oh," Raven breathed. "Oh, that's perfect." "It's red. To a wedding." "It's not white or ivory. It's fine." She was already arranging for it to be sent. "And it's stunning. You'd look incredible." I stared at the image. Red was bold. Red would definitely get attention. Red would make a statement. Red was exactly what Victoria would hate.

Being a photographer and a fashion brand owner must be really tough. "Yep. Red symbolize love and romance. Pink symbolize joy, grace, gratitude and admiration. Yellow symbolize friendship. Orange is for enthusiasm and passion. And white for innocence and purity." I looked at him, "Why did you ask, Cakeu?" He raised his hand, so I stopped. He stood up. I watched him go to the roses. He took the scissors beside it and started cutting some roses and removing their thorns. "What about the numbers?" Numbers? What numbers?

I explained my presentation as the investors of LAUREL CO-ORP listened attentively. “Miss Hammond, this hotel is not just a hotel. It’s a romantic destination. That's why I think that the colour blue is inappropriate.” A lean, middle-aged lady with round-rimmed glasses spoke. She was one of the investors. “You’re right. Red is the most famously known as the colour of romance. But I don’t think that painting all the walls red is a good idea. It will not only give the romance kind of vibes but also danger and cult vibes. That's why I will stick with the colour blue and white.” I explained and most of the investors nodded in return.

"Wenren, why are they wearing pink? Shouldn't it be white?" Wenren shrug. "It's Via's favorite color. The standard theme should be red. Newlyweds are advised to design their garments with red and gold to symbolise fertility, harmony, pride and wealth. Red is an eye-catching color. White and silver is considered the same but the theme will be less sprightly." "What?" Ritian asked in horror, "But we're both wearing red! In their wedding!" 'That's why those women throw daggers at me with their stare! If their eyes can kill, I would have been dead for a long time now!' Ritian's head warmed with mortification. They're the only pair who dared to dress to steal the spotlight.

ATTICUS IS A vampire but the color of his eyes tells that he's not a pure-blooded one. Only the pure ones bear red eyes while the ones with golden yellow, like Atticus, are turned vampires. "BELLA?! It's Jacob! Help him!" Clarrise shrieked. I was pulled from my trance when I heard Clarrise. I quickly took the bow and arrow to shoot the men who tried to hurt Jacob. I shoot the other man in his hand and the other man on his shoulder. I shot them again and this time I shoot their legs. As they both fell to the ground Atticus came running to Jacob and helped him.

Although the corner of her lip twitched slightly. "I was thinking red. A color of strength and passion. We want to make a lasting impression. Besides, we aren't royalty, Genevieve. We are simply our peoples' protectors." Rachel redirected, catching my eyes with her for a moment. "But Luna-" "And I want golden undertones all around. From the champagne tower to the confetti at the end of the party. We will also be sending up various fireworks, all red, of course, to signify a new chapter for Jagged Rock."

“Someone who understands aesthetics.” She blinked. “You?” His grin widened. “Me.” Ashley lifted an eyebrow. “Ace, you can barely color inside the lines.” He leaned in, voice low. “But I can make people want things. That is branding.” “Branding, not manipulation.” “Same toolbox,” he shrugged. “Different paintbrush.” She hated that he had a point. He spun her gently by the shoulders until she faced the burnt wall where her mural used to be. “Picture it,” he murmured behind her. “New mural. High-contrast style. Viper-themed, but not corny. A signature wall people travel to see. Something that screams Ashley.”

She blurted out and I scoffed, getting up to face her. "Is it that obvious? Red is always on alert for predators." I folded my arms, feeling the heat of anger and the disagreement from my wolf to keep calm. She wanted to claw at her eyes and I wanted to slap her so hard for being so obsessed with my life. "No! Red imposes danger and causes disaster. Not even a white color can stand it ." She sneered and lifted her long gown that had a little slit as if the ground was a filth "That's because that white color has something Hidden under its sleeves, it will reveal itself once a red stain does a little touch" I kept replying to the stupid remarks about color, smiling sheepishly as if we were bes