Alone Art Novels & Stories

I couldn't keep the excitement. "Arya," Alim said, making me pay attention to him. "Don't you think it's too revealing," he said and ran his hand from my knees to my thighs. A pleasant shiver overtook my body. "No it is not," I replied back after controlling my feelings. "But, it shows too much. I don't want anyone to look at what belongs to me." "Alim, please. I'll be there with you all the time." "I either don't plan on leaving you alone for even a second." He said and pecked my lips.

Grey looked at the sugar maple, at the rifle he couldn’t see, at the woman who had taught him how to build dreams and how to burn them. Then he looked at Lisa—eyes bright with fury, chin lifted like a parapet. He took the notebook from her hand, ripped it down the spine. Pages tore like old bandages. He dropped the pieces, pulled a lighter from his pocket, burned the bundle on the wet gravel until only smudges of charcoal remained. Wind carried the ash across the yard like grey snow. He turned to the SUV, raised both middle fingers, shouted: “Not for sale.” Engine roared, but instead of charging the vehicle reversed, tyres spitting stones, disappearing around the bend.

I asked, my fingers hovering over the keys. "What's the difference?" Tia asked, her voice dripping with scepticism. "Instaconnect is for people who want to meet up in twenty minutes for something that involves very little talking," I explained. "Lovebomb, on the other hand, is for the long game. It’s got algorithms, personality quizzes, and a much lower 'creep' factor. That’s where I found Kyle."

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Despite his four to five months of being alive, he had already experienced a lot of suffering, at least relative to his previous life The class continued and explained the local geography, there was no map though. Lina explained that they didn't know the edge of the continent yet, but they were luckily on the other side of a large river east of their current location, which separated them from other kingdoms. Lina emphasized that the other human kingdoms were cruel and harsh, and nobles would trample on the freedoms of its people. Rothfeld on the other hand was still expanding, accepting refugees on a daily basis. The borders were easy to defend considering their known enemy was on one side

the man argued while I snatched it away from him, it was a rose interpreting a clock. "She doesn't even like it.. " I heard the man argue. "I like it.." I said holding up the design. "I like it, I want this one except I want the 'time is beautiful' to be written in Arabic.." I said as the man didn't have any other words to say, it was my choice. "I can't do it for you it requires a lot of symmetry, my twin brother can but he's out with his daughter celebrating her fourth birthday I'm sorry..." he said and I understand.

Jesse blinked at the gleaming marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the fresh-cut orchids arranged like art installations. "You live here alone?" he asked. Alina walked ahead, heels tapping like a ticking clock. "Alone is underrated." As they passed through a gallery hallway-lined with modern art that probably cost more than his old neighborhood-Jesse stopped in front of a sculpture that looked like two twisted metal hearts. "What's this one called?" "'Affection Fatigue,'" Alina said dryly. "By a French artist who only works during breakups." "Cheerful." She shot him a look. "You'll get used to it. Come on."

I sigh. Beautiful. But not alive, not here. No painting could ever capture the essence of the woman I loved. The dew of her skin, the way the angles of her face caught the light of lanterns and candles in dim rooms, the harmony of her heartbeat after hours of love. I move my hand across hers in the painting, finger the texture of paint over the green fenstone ring I had made for her. I will find it. Just as I have found and vowed to find the descendants of those involved in her death.

Fellicia does live alone because her parents died when she was little in an accident, but at least She is always happy because she has never felt hurt because of a man’s behavior. Tough Choices Alano Costanzo, better known as Big Boss, is the name of the man who is now standing watching people pass by through the glass wall in his room while enjoying a cup of Baralo Red wine. The atmosphere in Milan–Italy, to be precise around Alano Costanzo’s luxury house that afternoon seemed quieter and quieter than usual, but Alano quite enjoyed such an atmosphere, because he liked loneliness. Just like his life that has never been colored by love.

Anna was surprised that they were provided actual cutleries instead of disposable. Anna returned to her seat and took out her phone, she put the volume to mute as she played Sudoku on her phone. She liked playing the hardest level which included the letters from a-f as it helped her brain be more active. Half an hour after the first ten names were called the girl alone returned. Everyone was now paying attention as she dipped her hand in the ball again and pulled out a slip.