Angel Dust Cute Art Novels & Stories

He tugged on my hand gently, a crayon drawing gripped in his other fist. “Angel, look! I drew us, having a picnic by the lake!” I knelt down, brushing my hands on my apron before taking the drawing. Two stick figures: one tall with long hair, one short, with a sun overhead. A big blue scribble was the water, and hearts dotted the sky. “It’s beautiful!” I said, forcing a smile as I ran a hand over his dark curls. “You’re such a good artist.” He beamed, hugging my waist, but I stiffened. The tightness in my chest returned, thick and suffocating.

It was a picture of ivy sleeping on the bed with a duvet covering her naked body, her hair was scattered all over the pillow and her skin was looking really flushed. Damon had taken this picture of her the night after they had sex. He stared intensely at the picture of her , rubbing the screen of his phone with a small smirk on his face. " How should I punish you Selena ? " He mumbled underneath his breath

Everything clean and organized. Then she noticed the art on the wall. A framed piece hanging above the side table. It looked old. Almost medieval in style. The colors were rich but faded like it had been painted centuries ago. Elena stood and walked closer. It was a wolf. But stylized. Powerful. Surrounded by symbols she didn’t recognize. And in the center was a girl. Young. Beautiful. Dressed in white. The wolf stood behind her like a guardian or maybe a predator. The whole thing felt both beautiful and unsettling.

ARTEMY Rebecca's eyes were captivated by the breathtaking beauty before her, but all I could see was her. The sight of her small yet sweet smile illuminated her entire face, radiating excitement and pure happiness. Her vibrant green eyes shimmered with joy, her cheeks tinged with a gentle flush. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, completely mesmerized by her beauty in that moment.

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

She said, and I smiled, taking a step back to look at myself in the mirror. I fixed up the small broche that was in my hair, it was a scorpion one, and ensured that my jewelry was adjusted properly before taking a step back just as I heard Arturo walking inside the room. Seeing him, the stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artists walked out of the room, leaving us alone. I turned around to look at him and he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest as he held a small blue bag in his hand.

Afte giving in one last wave, I ran to my room as Axel’s voice echoed in his office. “How long do you plan on keeping Alpha Ky’s warriors here?” After shutting the door, I was able to enter my room of silence. Thankfully, Pitch Perfect 2 was on next so I didn’t have to look through the channels. After a little thinking, I decided to make the moon the main focus of the picture. It was be mostly the moon with some fog. The moon will be pretty bright with a little extra shiny spots on it. Maybe even a wolf in the corner of it. It will depend how I feel when I get started.

Some were on the desks and some were half complete, some looked completely finished. I walk up to one in particular, it was of a beautiful woman. Her legs were pulled to her chest and her head rested on her knees while she looked out a window. She had long blonde hair that laid down the side of her body and beautiful grey eyes. I couldn’t tell if she was sad or hurt. But I just loved it. “I love this one.” I say grazing it with the tips of my fingers. It spoke to me, in a way an art piece never has before.

The brush moved over his skin so lightly he didn’t flinch, but I saw his stomach tense each time she neared his hips. “That’s Cosmos,” Silver whispered. “The universe on flesh. He’ll hold that pose for hours. Isn’t it exciting?” I realized then that the entire yacht was the gallery. Smaller pieces of “art” were scattered everywhere: a woman’s back turned into a forest scene, vines curling around her ribs; a man’s arms painted with abstract red slashes that looked like fresh wounds but were beautiful from a distance. People moved among them, touching carefully, photographing, whispering praise.

Elise listened intently, her eyes never leaving his face. When Nathan finished speaking, Elise was silent for a moment before responding. "I'm honored that my art has touched you in such a profound way," she said. "The painting you're referring to is called 'Longing at Dusk.' It was created during a particularly challenging period in my life when I was trying to come to terms with the loss of a loved one. The emotions I felt during that time were so intense and overwhelming that I had to find a way to express them, and that's how the painting came to be."