Artfully Yours Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'll tell the waiter to add another table and two more chairs for you to join." "No thanks Benzzo. We already ate. Tommy and I are heading to an art exhibit." Bethany answered. Benedict's brows furrows. "Art exhibit?" She nods. "And since when were you even interested with art?" He asked. "You're just jealous. But if you're both curious, it just opened last night. They have really cool abstract and meaningful paintings." She boasts. "Who painted them?" I asked. "Well we have an art fan." Bethany smiles.

sabi ko habang nag lalakad kami papunta sa mesa na naka ayos Nung makalapit kami, ay saka ko nabasa ang nakasulat sa cartolina na nakasabit sa railings Happy first monthsary, bab/my princess Tinignan ko si Wade ngayon na nakatitig lang din sa akin, na parang pinapanood ang reaction ko "Y-you made this?" Tanong ko habang tinitignan ang mga gamit "Yes. Happy monthsary, bab" sabi nya at hinalikan ako sa noo Hindi maipagkakaila na isang artist ang gumawa nito. Paano ba naman kasi, cartolina lang ang ginamit nya at paint pero shuta, parang pinagawa sa mga professional eh

He sighed, “I see it, sorry about that. It must be hard.” “Yeah well, it’s alright.” I smiled, “I’m good. I mean, my designs and effort speak for themselves. My overworked sketchpad too. Including a seamstress with gold for hands, and… a stubborn heart too.” “You are so killing it, Babygirl. I’m proud of you!” I laughed, “And for those calling it a rise or connections or whatever, don’t listen to them. Me included.” “Actually, I call it… craft.” I said, “Everyone and anyone that has bought my dresses can turn it inside out and they’ll see.”

Arte sighed in response, her eyes involuntarily rolling. For a while, they all chatted and had fun. Arte even had a mini fridge in the room and told them to help themselves to snacks and drinks. Angelica came running over and threw herself at Arte dramatically "Arte, are you really sure I can't marry you when I'm older?" Her little eyes were pleading with so much affection for Artemis, her idol.

He doesn't want to drag the creek name in the mud as he always says. They got to the art gallery of Armani where luxurious art and designs are exhibited , Aiden lit up a tiny smile almost invisible, then boned up and advanced with Daymond following him at his back every single place he goes , every art he admired , he was just like the perfect robot for Aiden. “What do you think of this art?”Aiden asked Daymond. “It’s like staring at a romantic but heartbreaking relationship.”

“These curves… they’ve haunted my dreams since I first laid eyes on your work. Soft where a woman should be soft, made to be gripped, marked, worshipped.” I arched into him with a needy whimper, my fingers threading through his dark hair. The gallery lights cast a golden glow over us, highlighting the contrast— his sharp, commanding presence against my yielding form. Outside, the rain poured harder, thunder rumbling like approval from the heavens. This wasn’t just desire; it felt like destiny unfolding in the shadows, a plot twist in my carefully ordered life as an artist chasing validation through cold clay.

Damon said “Nope, not interested” “You can't refuse a gift” Ben said “Relax dude, it's your day today, just have fun, fuck up today then tomorrow you can resume being the icy CEO” I shook my head lifting the glass to my lips” “Fine” “Good then, the chick should be waiting up for you by now, happy birthday” “Fuckers” Damon laughed “ the best you've ever known

Thank you to all my wonderful readers, I really hope you enjoyed the book, without your support I wouldn't have had the motivation to continue writing this series, so thankyou all from the bottom of my heart. So that's book 1, "MINE" and book 2, "YOURS" both completed so now I'm going to make a start on the third and final book "OURS" and hope you all stick around to see what happens with the final war and comment to let me know what you think as I love hearing your thoughts and feeling about what you think will happen or how you feel about the characters.

She answered with a nostalgic look in her eyes. "Oh!" I awkwardly exclaimed, taking another sip of the almost cold chocolate. "So, all these.... Are your powers? Making different sceneries?" I asked, looking all around the apartment. "..Illusions." She corrected me. "So they aren't real?" I asked again, genuinely curious about this female in front of me. "Most of the time, yes. At least we know your pack is still safe...for now." She smiled. "The chocolate and cookies?" "I made them myself girl, they're real." She rolled her eyes at my insinuation.

He invited me into his house and I followed behind him. When we got to the living room, he asked me to sit and wait for him to bring the document from his room. Feeling uncomfortable, I told him I felt like standing because I had been sitting for a long time. He went inside the room while I leaned on the wall. He seemed to have a thing for artworks as they were spread all over the walls of his living room. I scanned them, one after the other, marvelling at the aesthetic value they brought to the house.