Novel & Cerita Artemis Aesthetic

I whisper against her neck “Let's serve it.” She said in a hurry I laugh and get the plates to serve. When a throat clears behind me. I turn and what I see shocked the hell out of me. “Emm hi” Ares said looking at both of us with wide eyes I swallow hard at the sight of her in nothing but my tee shirt. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. “Pretty wolf” Adriana's voice drags me away from the fantasies that started brewing inside my head.

, Arte called out, walking down the stairs and toward the front door. She swung it open and gave a small smile "Can I help you?" She asked the woman who stood there. 5'10, bronze skin, brown eyes, black hair cut into a pixie, all black clothes and a heavy-looking duffle bag on her shoulder. "Looking for Artemis White", she said, clipped. Arte kept the smile on her face, but the air around them had changed. She was on alert.

“Well, hellooo, sailor…” I blink. Artemis’s voice slides through my mind like silk soaked in mischief. “If you’re going to paint a mystery man, could you not make him this attractive next time? I’m about to jump into the canvas and lick his face.” “Artemis,” I whisper, slightly horrified. “Seriously?” “Have you seen his jaw? That’s not a jaw, that’s a sculpted promise. And don’t even get me started on those eyes. Blue like sin and sadness. He looks like he could ruin me emotionally and I’d say thank you.”

When we finally left the sun was setting and Artemis looked like she was about to cry. “They really didn’t want me…” I heard her whisper from the back seat. I smiled as I was satisfied with the results of destroying any hope she had of ever getting away. I knew then that she would be in my control and I could keep her as mine for as long as I deemed her worth of keeping. I knew then that I had to make sure no one else knew about her or remembered her because I couldn’t risk anyone recognizing her. When we returned to the pack house I informed Craig that Artemis would not be allowed to leave the house anymore. He didn’t question me and she was so depressed about her family abandoning her that

“Artemesia, she hasn’t even been famous for a long time, so I just had to meet famous artists to get to know her, that’s how I really got to know her! She can’t move on with all her exes so she writes songs! Her songs don’t become hits, no one is listening! Not all women are like her! “ I smashed my fist above the table. I can’t take all their words anymore. It’s so much to bare. They turn in my direction. I am about to get up when suddenly someone came in. Shit! I close my eyes tightly. It’s the reporter! He’s wearing an ID of a tv station and a camera is hanging on his neck. “Artemesia Vena wears a disguise, she’s wearing a blonde wig, jacket, cap and shades. If you see someone wearing all

She was stoic and muttered a wattaged “yes.” “Follow me,” she said to me. I obliged and did as I was told. Even through our walk to the changing room no words were muttered. The atmosphere was thick and laced with ice freezing out every word. We returned a few moments later. The tight gym bralette and pants were stuck to my body. Quite a fight I had put on wiggling my way in, it was quite small. Artemis let out a sound, which commanded us to both turn and stare at him. His eyes were black as he took in my figure.

She was starting to glow with warm energy as her little body sucked up every drop of the nutrients and medications. I took the brush and started gently brushing down her long beautiful hair. Artemis started purring in my head. “What do you also enjoy a good brush ol boy?” I asked him chuckling in my head as I realized how odd it is I’m brushing this strange girl's hair. “Thank you,” Artemis replied seriously all of a sudden. “For?” I questioned him growing curious. “Treating her as she should be. I will always stand with you and give you all of my power if you covet this girl and treat her carefully like this…” he stated clearly and strongly to me.

It has the desired effect as I see Artemis push forward to join the conversation as well. I was so right about the jewelry. It’s a perfect match to her eyes when Artemis is forward. Her beautiful eyes which have haunted my dreams. Even though my entire focus is on her, I make sure that we continue our dance and I’m pleasantly surprised that she does not have any trouble following my lead. She’s perfect.

“My word this is delicious. Thank you, Zosimos.” He bows his head, with a wide grin. “You are most welcome, Celine.” They talk, about their life here, his paintings and such. He offers to show her some, but Artemis says it might not be subject matter to show others. Celine flushes when she realises it’s probably nudes of Artemis, and coughs. “I’m sorry, I am of a very delicate disposition. But, if you have any landscapes, I would love to see one of those.” He grins and nods, he walks off into the house. “Was that an acceptable excuse?” Artemis nods, grinning

"I'm ready! Can we fly there? Like Hermes does?" Before anyone could respond further, a gust of cool mountain air swept through the hall, carrying with it the fresh scent of pine and wildflowers. Artemis appeared suddenly from nowhere, landing lightly beside them with the grace of a hunting cat, her bow slung across her back and a quiver of silver arrows at her hip. Her dark hair was tied back in a simple braid, and she wore practical leather boots and trousers that allowed for easy movement. "I'm coming too," she announced without preamble, her voice clear and steady as she looked from Hermes to Apollo.