Artfully Yours Novels & Stories

Turning in his arms, I met his gaze, my dark eyes wide with a mix of challenge. My pulse fluttered at my throat, and he stared at the way my lips parted just slightly, as if I were already gasping for him. “An exhibition?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “Like public sex in front of evryone?” Leonardo smirked, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. His hand slid down, his palm flattening against my stomach before inching lower, his fingers teasing the hem of my dress. “That’s what I mean , my muse,” he murmured. “Art can be created in different ways.”

Kyle asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. Simon stared at the alpha's outstretched hand. He let out a sigh and took it, Kyle's warm hand immediately enclosing his. "Let's go." The alpha pulled him through, leading him to the wooden cabin in the middle of the garden. Simon released his hand and pushed the cabin door open, turning on the switch. The light came on, illuminating the room and Kyle's eyes widened at the view. Rows of canvases all covered in exquisite artworks. The room was filled with it.

“I feel good… Safe. Happy.” She leaned forward and put her hand on my arm. “That’s so wonderful to hear. You deserve someone like that in your life.” “I know that. I do,” I replied. I squashed the little worm of guilt the words called up. She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then pulled something out of her bag. “Oh, and before I forget!” she said, “Here.” She slid a cream-colored envelope across the table. I opened it. “You are cordially invited to a viewing of “Masterpieces of Handcrafted Sound” at the Artful Edge...”

“Mami is so mean.” I held back a laugh while I transferred the cake into a sturdy white box with a clear window on top. Underneath it, I placed a thin gold cake board and I slipped Aiden’s drawing into a small envelope. Then I took one of my business cards from my work bag. MAYA DE CRUZ Founder & Creative Director, Cruz Atelier On the back, I wrote Nina’s direct number and one sentence: (Please have Luca send the purchase invoice or wire details here. Thank you for the thoughtful gesture.)

Because twenty minutes earlier, while Rafael was still recovering on the couch, I had opened the Concierge app and placed a new order: Second companion. Tall. Heavily built. Tattooed. Rough and nasty. High stamina. No limits. I wanted to be greedy tonight. I had barely finished my second lobster tail when the knock came. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. “Answer the door,” I told Rafael, licking butter from my fingers.

And they figured out that they both were clueless about it. After a while, Artin came with his gift in his hand. “This is for both of you. What do we call it? Umm… yeah! Early Christmas gift.” Both Caroline and Artemis took a thin-packed gift from his hand. “Thank you, sweetheart!! Thank you, champ!!” They realized it was some card or some paper inside it. Caroline opened the gift, and Artemis carefully looked inside it, and just like they expected, there was a handmade card inside it. Maybe Artin learned to make it in school.

I got uttering, “That’s great. Now get started with your project thesis work. It’s just a month left now, guys.” Before they got uttering, I heard a voice of a girl from my right side, “Ehan, will you please help me with this part of the project thesis? I am really confused.” I turned towards that direction only to find Laya standing right beside me. Her face was full of makeup, colored hair but what got me pissed off was her smile. It was like she was trying to seduce me with her dancing eyelashes. Putting on a sweet smile, I uttered, “You know what? I can explain it to you but I can’t understand it for you.”

She just don't used it in right way. "Ta da....!" I said as I put her in front of the mirror. I smile widely as I felt like fairy godmother that transform her daughter into beautiful one. "Wow!!!" Her eyes shines bright as she look herself in the mirror. I know I will able to convince her. The clothes are not that showy it showcase only her long legs which her assets. "Is this me?" She said while pointing herself. "Yup! Told you...!" I said giving her knowing look.

I was going to carefully consider my options and make the best decision for my company. I sat back in my chair, staring out the window at the bustling city below. Life hadn't been fair for me, but I had made the most of what I had been given. My passion for art and painting made me start up my company, a place for artists to thrive and make a living. The Art Republic was what I named it. And now, it seemed like my hard work was paying off. It may seem strange for someone like me, a capo, to have a passion for something as delicate and peaceful as art, but for me, it was a way to escape the harsh reality of my life.

Once she was alone, Alex began to walk slowly around the courtyard, filling it with imaginary items as she did so. In her mind’s eye it became a place of light and shade. She soothed the lurid decor into warm pastels, painted the slim columns with fresh white paint, and introduced wooden tables and chairs and large urns of exotic flowers, making these its only decoration apart from the foaming fountain, which she would return to its former glory.