Ada Wong Art Novels & Stories

He gives a charming smile that does something to my stomach. "Sure. Now. The walls seem a bit bare. So, I wanted to know if you had any pieces we could hang." I ask. "No. But I know where I can get some." He eyes me. I get what he means. "No. Bastian. I already told you. No one sees my art. You weren't even supposed to see it." "Sammy. Your art is amazing. Please. I just want to show everyone how talented you are." He pleads.