Alice In Wonderland Silhouette Art Novels & Stories

“Hey?” Alice does not speak a word. In fact, she does not even as spare me a glance through her side eye. She just keeps her attention focused on the sand. In front of her folded legs, she had drawn the pictorial depiction of a scary wolf. The wolf looked a lot like Samantha’s own.

The large room was filled with artwork, each child displaying a project they’d made. Alice’s project was a butterfly lamp she’d constructed out of paper, with tiny people holding hands and dancing across the lampshade. The lamp glowed warm yellow and cast colorful light in every direction. I found it truly enrapturing. “Wow,” I said to Alice. “This is an incredible piece of art. You did very well, little she-wolf.” Alice beamed, and other parents admired the work as well.

Landon bit the bullet but tried to reason with Alyssa with a bitter smile, "C-Can I have the sandwich without the extra blue cheese?" His voice faded. He looked like a pitiful little girl. She turned around and chuckled with narrowed eyes. "Sure. Whatever you like." Landon almost stopped breathing at the sight of her smile as fireworks went off in his mind. He finally understood the power of a beautiful smile. While Sean was busy getting dinner ready, Alyssa and Sean admired LAN's artwork in the living room. It was an exquisite sculpture of a hand holding a flower in full bloom. The artist added the water splash effect, making the flower appear as a fountain. The sculpture was carved from a

I demand, unable to understand her hysteria. Silas is right next to her, his eyes red. It’s clear to anyone that he has been crying. As more and more pack mates surround us, Ariel shoves the papers in my hands, “Look at this.” At first, I don't really know what I'm looking at, and then I see. They are crude drawings of what is clearly supposed to be Silas and Ariel. The drawings are childish in appearance but the vicious nature of them cannot be overlooked. One of them is of Ariel with her head cut off and Silas crying on the side.

“Would you stop staring at me like that? It’s most embarrassing.” Chuckling lightly, he relaxed in his chair. “Forgive me, Emilie love. You have put me under a spell I have no wish to leave. I’m not used to seeing you look so…so…” He partook of her loveliness once more. Slower this time, enjoying everything about her once again. “Do I at least look like a lady?” He brought his gaze to her sparkling eyes. “No. You look like a princess.” Her cheeks colored red again. “I have never heard more flattering words.” She presented him with a soft smile. “With me dressed this way, will that make it easier for you to follow through on our wager?”

When they walked into the Art room Alek stared daggers at her. ‘What did I ever do to you?’ Alice wondered. She tried to forget about him during the duration of the lesson, concentrating on getting the first painting of her coursework planned. She was using the style of Jenny Saville, creating a large portrait with oils. Something about Saville’s composition choices and use of colour were fascinating to Alice. She couldn’t stop looking at her creations. Alek waltzed over, interrupting Alice in the middle of her painting. Not that he cared.

A large window stood across from the foot of the bed, with sheer curtains hanging loosely framing the window perfectly. Three black and white moon art prints decorated the space above the grey head board. I couldn't help but find his decor quite appealing, especially since it was dark but inviting at the same time. I observed a black and white shelving, with a long frame matching lamp beside the bed. The feeble attempt to distract my repetitive thoughts however proved futile. It couldn't stop my mind from running a thousand miles, trying to possibly digest the Alpha's words. Murdered The word took charge of my uneasy rousing thoughts, flashing repeatedly in my mind. My mates' emotions made t

“That's the Alphas' room. One of them pointed at a golden door that looked so classic. The door to the room screamed wealth and power. I approached the door my heart hammering. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and arm. My arms were sweaty and I was shaking. I took in a deep breath and let it out. I summoned all the courage in me and pressed the door bell. I stood there for a few seconds before the door was opened. I froze, my breath catching. Then I felt it, a pull, a connection, like a spark lighting up inside me. My eyes lifted, almost against my own will, and locked onto the two dashing Alphas in front of me. The bond snapped tugging at my chest wild and irresistible, my wolf fightin

Silas stood at the top of the stairs. His silhouette was a black cutout against the dim light, but his eyes. His eyes glowed as if something pulled straight from a nightmare. Magic pulsed around him, thick and dark, swirling at his feet like smoke eager to crawl down toward us. Cold rushed through my veins so fast it made my knees buckle. Alice shoved me behind her, magic sparking violently between her palms. “Stay behind.” Silas didn’t move at first. He just… watched us. Studying us. Like we were insects.

She was a silhouette half-human, half-spirit, her mahogany skin pale as bone beneath the weight of his protection. Through the newly forged Mind-Link, the silence was anything but quiet. Ayla felt the rough velvet of Silas’s regret warring with his monstrous possessiveness, a chaotic surge of emotions that vibrated through her own marrow. He sat beside her, his height and impossible strength casting a shadow that both stifled and shielded her. The dark ink of the wolf tattoo on his throat seemed to pulse with a lethal, silver light, reflecting the beast that had just sculpted a massacre in the cave.