Aesthetic Book Lover Wallpaper Novels & Stories

There are also a few other ones by some of my favorite authors. They- or, more than likely, someone they hired- organized the books the same way I did. By genre, then by title. On the wall across from the door is a beautiful fireplace. The casing is white, like most of the house. But the inside tiling is lavender, one of my favorite colors. Above the fireplace is a big empty space. I wonder if I can get a copy of our wedding photos so that I can have them printed on a large canvas. On the far wall of the room is my favorite part of the room.

Somehow, my mind feels at ease even just a couple of seconds mesmerizing the beauty here in the gazebo. This is my favorite spot, honestly, I don't feel comfortable in my room. I don't like the wall paint although Mom said that light pink is my favorite color. I prefer an aesthetic wallpaper making the place cozy, neat, clean, and elegant. But of course, I can't voice that out. "Miss Avi?"

Darian was melting as he took a picture of his beautiful wife. "Come here," he gestured to her, and they stared at the pictures together. "I don't know how this social media stuff works but I do know how to make a beautiful lady my wallpaper." He clicked on the pictures and set the one he loved most as his phone's wallpaper. "And it's done!" Lena smiled, she scrolled through the pictures of Darian taken at the lotus lake and made it her wallpaper too. "Now we are even," she showed it to him.

my laugh becoming more and more uncontrollable. “You should be happy I don’t crave werewolf brain, no one will be safe in this house” she says with a mouthful. As I step closer to her, I notice the intricately designed wallpaper in the room, adorned with delicate floral patterns that add a touch of elegance to the space. The room itself is neat and tidy, with soft lighting that creates a warm and cozy ambiance. “Are the wallpapers new?” I ask out of sheer curiosity and she gives a honest response. “Silver was out for some time and she thinks they’ll look lovely in the room”.

I scrunched my nose with the familiar scent of the painted paved archaic walls where the big old portraits were hanged and displayed grandly and the greek Doric columns which exhibit minimalistic beauty in simplicity. Bibliosmia... The wooden smell coming from the old books mixed with the faint aroma of coffee that surrounds this marvelous room entices me every time and bewitches me to be indulged and unravel the implicit bareness of each wonderfully crafted book up until its tiniest details. I returned the book I brought to its rightful own place and picked a new one to read on the same shelf. I traced my fingers to the dusty old letters engraved on the hardbound cover. Mythology...

he smiled falsely, still angry. I see the perfect decor, everything is thought out to the smallest detail. Mirrored ceiling, massive wardrobe, but most of all I am attracted to the photo Wallpaper, which shows a woman in the arms of two men. My reaction is noticed by the satisfied owner of the apartment and speaks with courtesy. " I'll be right back!"

It’s very open and welcoming, reminding me of Justine. She urges me to look around, and I excitedly circle the room, taking it all in. A large gray plush sectional lines the wall of glass. The cityscape acts as the perfect backdrop with the sun setting behind it. There are black end tables on either side with built-in lamps, and they are littered with books. Massive shelves tower the walls full of trinkets and pictures. Even more, novels pack the spaces available and are organized neatly amongst the clutter. I blush, recognizing a few titles, Justine and I have much in common.

After getting ready I ended up sitting down my eyes taking in the beauty of the room, no matter how long I have seen it or been in it, I never get used to it. The walls are adorned with tasteful artwork, ranging from classic oil paintings to contemporary sculptures, all carefully chosen to reflect Demetria'a personal tastes and aesthetic preferences. Apparently some are her original works as well, which makes me realize how much we have in common, I have an original piece I made myself hanging in my room as well but not as good as hers.

His taste for buildings and cars to crown it all, his taste for designs are top notch. As we moved deeper into the room, I couldn't help but be drawn to the intricately designed bookshelves that lined on a particular wall. They held a vast collection of literature, ranging from classic times to modern works, a testament to Alpha Galan's intellectual pursuits. I became more interested in Alpha Galan and was intrigued by his love for quality things and also books. My interest in him grew instantly as I stole quick glances at him, my eyes filled with admiration as I felt like touching his masculine face.

Each section was clearly labelled, handwritten in black ink on what looked like old parchment, and I let my fingers brush over the top of the smooth stones as I passed. There were shelves on every wall, stacked high with books: some looked old and worn, whilst others looked like new-age literature, freshly printed with glossy, colourful covers. There were wall hangings of all different shapes and sizes, some with chakras on, some with celestial patterns, and others with abstract shapes and sewn in earthy colours. I wondered if this was where Aradia had found my wall hanging, and the thought of her in here, shopping for me, made my heart swell.