Novels by authorelena7

"No need, Professor Agnes. I behave in the lessons that I actually enjoy," I retorted, annoyed.My professors exchanged looks."Well, I'll pack up then," said Professor Agnes, making her way to her desk, ready to leave. I thought Dr Reynolds was leaving too, but instead he approached me and looked at my drawings."What's that supposed to be, a tree?" he spat. I sneered."What do you know about Art, Professor Felix? You teach Art History. One thing is to teach about what other artists have done, another is to actually do it yourself.""You should probably stick to drawing desks, Mr De Montmorency," he said, moving away."Who says I haven't already?"He furrowed his eyebrows, the veins of his neck popping slightly. "You actually did it?"I cleared my throat. "Yeah. Why are you so surprised, Professor? It was good practice."He was silent for a few moments, deep in thought. My stomach turned into knots as silence fell between us.What the hell was happening to me?"I want to see it," he

Today was going to be a good day.After lunch, at around 2 PM, I'd have my first Painting practical lesson. The teacher had allocated the class into smaller groups of 10 students, making it a workshop. On Monday, Maddox had shown me the art studio designated for students, and I was so excited to finally paint there with the guidance of a master of the craft.Professor Agnes Sminton (she insisted we called her by her first name) was a petit woman in her mid-forties. She looked harmless in her long dress and sandals, but appearances can be deceiving. She was one of the most celebrated artists working at Durham. It was truly a dream to be coached by her.She told us that, for her course, she didn't want us to paint in a specific style or movement, she didn't want us to check off techniques as if it were a shopping list. All she wanted was for us to produce a cohesive body of work that showcased a variety of genres, themes, ideas, mediums. She wanted us to perfect our own personal style,

"Mr. De Montmorency, since you have already given us a piece of your mind, why won't you go first?"Professor Reynolds’s words rattled in my head. My immediate reaction was to pull my eyes away from him, but I quickly looked back at him. Of course, he wanted to humiliate me further. Luckily for me, I was more than prepared to speak about the paper. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me fail."Sure," I said confidently, my eyes meeting his. He put his weight on his right leg, folding his bulging arms across his wide chest, giving me permission to speak."Ames-Lewis affirms that early Renaissance artists like Da Vinci and Raphael were engaged in a rapidly increasing intellectualization of artistic activity—a combination of classical and literary influences and technical developments that advanced the visual arts (primarily painting and sculpture, of course) and created a sophisticated elite who legitimately claimed the elevated social status of practitioners of establ

BLAIR’S POVOn Monday morning, I woke up feeling anxious. New school, new friends, new teachers, new everything. It was all super overwhelming.Just two nights ago, I had moved into my apartment near Durham University. The flight to get here had been long and tiring, but the excitement of starting this new chapter kept me awake.This early morning, I managed to eat a slice of toast and drink some chamomile tea before walking out the door, my laptop inside my tote bag. The weather was decent except for the wind, which made my spiky hair look a mess. It was only a 20‑minute walk to Durham University, though, so I hurried my pace.Durham University of Fine Arts came into view when I turned a corner. It was stunning. The old yellowing stone, the tall buildings, the cobbled sidewalk, the big trees lining the pathway to the entrance. It really did look like a convent from the outside, but the many students walking towards the gate at 8:30 in the morning made it quite clear this was no conve

Hello my lovelies,Thank you for picking up this story. I’m so glad to have you here and I hope you enjoy every twist and turn along the way.Before we begin, a gentle heads-up: this is a boy love (BL) romance..One male lead is dominant and the other one is more effeminate in manner and personality. If that pairing isn’t to your taste, please proceed with care or maybe save this one for later.If you’re ready for emotional tension, chemistry, and a rollercoaster of feelings… let’s dive in.....BLAIR'S POV"Man, you need to get laid before you go,""Everyone can see that. You're practically fricking radiating stress and obviously that stress is not academic or financial," Eric said, leaning back in his chair and waving his glass dramatically as the pulsing neon lights of the club washed over his face.I felt my face burn as both my friends stared at me waiting for me to reply, their expectant expressions illuminated by the dim, flickering strobe. My palms were damp, and I rubbed them