A Masterpiece Novels & Stories

“Right this way, my love.” He guides me up the grand staircase, and I have to admit—I’m in awe. The house is stunning, every inch of it a masterpiece. The intricate crown moldings, the gleaming bronze door handles, the tapestries and paintings adorning the walls… everything speaks of wealth, history, and careful curation.

The Master couldn’t help but find the fascination Dominic had shown to be precious as it was similar to what a child would show when they found a unique situation in front of them. “The city is made with my magic. It’s a protection magic which allows me to identify every single person who stepped into my city,” the Master said, turning down the portrait he had on his hand towards the table and then walking back to his seat. He then offered Dominic the empty couch in front of him.

It could never be mine. My heart raced as I stared at the Ethereal blossoms, the masterpiece of the exhibition. It sat under the halo of perfect painting, commanding the admiration of the glittering crowd. No one knew the truth, the masterpiece wasn't some long lost relic; it was a fake. It was my prison. "Zara."

Oh… Perfect time to eat - she thought with her eyes focused on the tray amd not ready to take notice of the lady's appearance. She could tell how delicious the meal would be just with the salivating aroma coming out already. "Master asked me to give this to you" the lady proffered the tray to her as she collected after muttering a low but audible "Thanks" She cared less and ate to her satisfaction and belched loudly after drinking a lot of water. Ugh… Time to do some sight seeing… *

I could feel myself being lifted into the air, nothing but a lifeless ragdoll as I felt my body dangle towards the ground. "Let's worry about her for now. She knows something we don't. If it has anything to do with Drakos we could use her against him." Master stated, his words empty and close. He must be the one that is carrying me. They quietly trekked up the dirt path, no longer providing me any useful information. I could feel myself being pulled by my fatigue, slowly dragging me under. The drowning feeling once again returning as I could no longer fight to keep myself awake.

Elena's eyes widened the moment she heard Daniel without doubt said it. “…We are the worst criminals you ever met and that’s why I’m telling you the worst part of it since you need to know that Young Master will never stop chasing you even to the end of the world. I could tell his obsession for you only get to concerning level, and I could guess it only get worse.” Elena gulped. “All I can say is, you need to stay, Miss. Or the world will burn.” She let out shaky breath with hands fisted on her side. She realized that she also wanted him but his obsession? It only made her scared.

The masterpiece was the fact that we were finally, truly, out of words. The ink was dry. The future was un-auditable. We were free.

Bye. — Bye. She said goodbye to Celeste. Alicia, excited, went to the supermarket to buy what she would make for dinner. She was thinking of making spaghetti bolognese, Gabriel's favorite food, so when she got home she set about preparing dinner with great enthusiasm and, once it was ready, she prepared to take a long bath. She dressed in a black nightgown that she had in her underwear; it had been a long time since she had dressed like that. She remembered one night when she put it on to surprise her husband, but he stopped her and said:

As she examined the pieces, she couldn't help but be captivated by the wonders that adorned the walls. One particular painting stood out—a masterpiece that seemed to come alive with textured strokes and vivid colours. It depicted a moonlit forest, where shadows and light played in a mesmerizing dance. The impasto technique added depth and dimension, the thick smears of navy and chartreuse making the trees practically leap off the canvas. Vivienne marvelled at the skill of the artist, the brushstrokes revealing a passion and mastery that she was almost envious of.

There was no one and I stepped outside. I wander the hall of the mansion, I didn't y how beautiful the mansion is, last time. It had many artworks and the decor was amazing. Whoever decorated the mansion was a pro. I went down the grand staircase and walked in the direction I assumed would be the kitchen. My mouth watered at the amazing aroma that filled the air. I was really hungry now that I was not weighed down by emotions, on entering the kitchen, my eyes landed on a plate of spaghetti meatballs and my knight in shining armor. Monica