Artfully Yours Novels & Stories

The minute he opened it, his stomach twisted in recognition. Inside was Medical-grade scar care products. He knew because he’d done research about it once but it was out of stock at the time so he settled for tattoos and after that, he just couldn’t stop. He reached for the note inside, his fingers trembling slightly. There was nothing except one simple sentence written in stunning cursive letters. One that made his heart flutter. “You're beautiful, Art.”

Amara's POV April. Third week. Tuesday morning. I was at the warehouse. Not the making school. The warehouse. The new space. The What You Actually Are collection was taking shape. Ruth's commission was done and delivered. Catherine's commission was done and delivered. Three more pieces were in progress. Each one for a specific person. Each one starting with the pocket. Each one built around what the person actually was. The collection was growing the right way. Not quickly.

"Okay, show me what you've got." "Oh, the clothes are just phase one," Amanda said, a wicked, knowing smirk suddenly spreading across her face. "The talk needs to shift to adult matters, real adult matters." She unzipped a hidden compartment in her large designer tote and pulled out a small, sleek, unmarked black box, she slid it across the marble countertop toward me like a piece of contraband. "What is this?" I asked, frowning. "A little therapeutic intervention," Amanda purred, leaning her elbows on the counter. "Open it."

That was figured out when we ran an evening shift by ourselves. We blasted music as we cleaned up and sang, using napkins as props for our performance. About Feelings, by the time I got accepted, he was gone. It was sad because he was such a nice person to me, but Sandra was still in contact with him so, I could see him if I wanted to. “Table ten has been waiting for minutes. Don't just stand there. Do something!” Anne yelled at me causing me to jump. Leaning against the kitchen wall, I immediately rushed to examine the plates on the table for the client’s order.

This was the consequence. This was what happened when you used people as escape—eventually the escape learned your name. “Delete it,” he repeated, controlled. Penelope’s smile softened into something colder. “You’re scared.” Dennis said nothing. She shrugged, unbothered, and tapped the screen. “It’s just a story,” she said lightly. “It’ll disappear.” Dennis lunged for the phone. Too late. The upload circle completed. Penelope rolled onto her side, satisfied. “There,” she murmured. “Now go back to being the guy who doesn’t care.”

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Allison turned around and batted her eyelashes, biting her lip as she handed him a heavy fountain pen. The cap was most definitely not stuck, and it was easy to undo and hand back. “Thank you so much,” she purred, putting the pen to her mouth and smiling. Jace couldn't help but look at her as she slowly moved the pen in and out from between her lips. It was slow and sensual and she pushed out her chest as she did it, making the gesture even clearer. She had a great body, but as she licked her lips, she couldn't have been more obvious if she had turned on a red neon sign with pricing and hours.

And the name too, what a coincidence that he found a gallery with my favorite flower in the name. “Yes, I did.” He replied. “Do you like it?" I could already imagine how the interior would look, lined with dozens upon dozens of paintings. In every open space would be installation art, and in some are people in motion performing their own craft. Beautiful. This is the most thoughtful-- and not to mention expensive-- gift anyone has ever given me. Like an idiot, lost for words I nod. “Is it really mine?” “It’s yours. From now on, whatever you want, whatever you wish for, it shall be yours.”

The one that has the smelly stuff inside. "What's that thing made of anyway?" I asked "I don't know, my mum made it," He said "A little of it should be able to help you," He said as he applied a little portion of it on my ankle. It was a bit painful because he gently massaged the leg. After he was done, he was about to live when I called him, "Carter" He turned and looked at me "No more secrets," I said to him "Okay, no more secrets," he said

he responded in a low voice. Jean's brows furrowed. She did not seem to understand what Tyler meant as a hint of puzzlement could be seen in her eyes. Tyler cast a casual glance at her and said in a low voice, "Let's go. I'll take you to buy some drawing tools. There happens to be an art exhibition at Art Avenue. I can take you there to have a look." Jean responded with a nod. She was struggling to find words to describe her current emotions. Consequently, she felt an inexplicable heaviness in her heart.