Alone Art Novels & Stories

I introduced myself politely, "Hello, sorry for intruding, I'm Olivia's friend, Dylan Ashton." Auntie Lou scoffed, "Oh please, we're just thrilled Olivia came here with someone and everyone knows who you are because of her." Inside was somehow small but cozy, it was filled with paints of bright colors for the kids in the orphanage, Olivia suddenly left to go and greet her friends there. Her auntie Lou started talking to me politely, "It's such a lively painting, right? Olivia painted it all by herself, she told me it should be as bright as the future of the kids here."

She stood at the terrace staring at the clouds above her. All the things she'd been through and all the secrets, she had to keep started replaying in her head. It wasn't easy for her to behave normally after all she had been through to get this far. To be the lady she is now. All the time she was alone, she always remembered what was happening in her life currently. Even at times when she wasn't alone, she kept on remembering about her life. She heard thud of boots on the floor. She didn't bother to turn around to see who it was. She just wanted to get some fresh air before she could go inside.

I have no one. Excuse me, please. Can I s..sp.. spend the night? Can I stay here for a few days?" "No, you can't," Elliot replied. "Listen, I paid money for this place, and I'm not willing to share it for free." "Okay, I will pay you." The man laughed. "Sorry, I have no interest in being a landlord or taking your money. I just want to live alone." "I wasn't talking about cash," Ashley replied. "I will pay you with whatever you want."

'' I say, putting the last plate in its proper place. ''Oh come on, you can't just sleep. You know, you can go out with friends. Don't you? " Yeah, I forgot to mention one single detail. Ava doesn't know shit about me skipping almost half of the year. Every time I skip school, I go to the only place I can find peace. It's the only place where I can be alone and no one can bother me. "Ok, I am going to invite some of my friends to go out with me. Are you happy now?''

It wasn't spectacular. Not in the traditional sense. No dramatic colours. No grand statement. Just an elderly woman sitting alone at a kitchen table. Yet somehow Jessica couldn't stop looking. The expression on the woman's face felt familiar. Loneliness. Hope. Memory. All existing together. Jessica stepped closer. The brushwork fascinated her. The subtle details. The quiet emotion. The truth of it. Without realising it, she pushed open the door. A small bell chimed overhead. The gallery was almost empty.

Anton asked, gesturing to the nearest painting, a vibrant abstract piece that Alina had created during a particularly tumultuous time. “I do,” Alina admitted, her gaze lingering on the canvas. “It’s called ‘Rebirth.’ It represents the moment I decided to reclaim my life after everything that happened.” “It’s beautiful. Just like you,” Anton said, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. Alina smiled, trying to suppress the blush creeping up her cheeks. “You really think so?” “Absolutely. You’ve put your soul into your work, and it shows,” Anton said, his voice sincere. “I can see the strength and resilience in each piece.”

They only nod, pressing fists to chests, and swing the great silver doors open without a word. The gallery is dark save for the enchanted sconces lining the walls, each one glowing faintly beside a framed portrait. Not all of them are paintings. Some are carved in marble or etched in glass. Some move. Some sing. All of them watch. I walk slowly, heels clicking softly on polished stone as I pass generations of Altinnian rulers. My ancestors. My bloodline. And yet, even now, there’s only one I’ve come here to see. The farthest wall holds five portraits, larger than life, mounted side by side beneath an arch woven with magic itself.

Left my phone across the room, screen down. For the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to be entirely alone. No husband. No cameras. No more pretending. I didn’t sleep. Couldn’t. The photo wouldn’t leave my mind. Her hand on him. His stillness. The way he didn’t push her away. And the worst part? It didn’t even look staged. It looked like something intimate. Like something believable. By morning, I hadn’t moved from the bed. The sheets were tangled around my legs. My mouth was dry. My chest… tight.

For chasing money instead of love. But every memory cut deeper. Every image of her hit like a punch to the gut. He opened the gift box she left behind—a crystal tulip. That broke him. He called every expert, begged for miracles. He'd give anything. Everything. If only Elise could come back.

ARIA’S POV The day of the event, The Horizon Art Gala, arrives, and everything is meticulously prepared. Julien has kept his plans close to the chest, but tonight, he will reveal the surprise he has been keeping from the media and the public; me and my artwork, "The Abyss," an abstract piece that captures the depths of human emotion.