Artfully Yours Novels & Stories

The way some people didn’t need to speak to be overwhelming. “We’re going to the riverside art café,” Lucian finally said, eyes fixed on the road. His tone was neutral. Normal. Too normal. But edged with mockery Mum loved that place. Said it was “cultured.” Said it helped people “talk.” Great. Diane clapped her hands softly. “Yes! I’ve been wanting to go there again. Their iced chocolate is insane.” I hummed in response, noncommittal. My gaze stayed glued to the window as buildings blurred past. Every bump in the road reminded me how tense my body felt, like I was bracing for something that hadn’t happened yet—but might.

He sits on the edge of the bed, pulls me to stand between his knees. “This is for you, little one,” he says quietly. “If you want it. No pressure. But I had it made months ago… after I realized I wasn’t going to be able to keep pretending anymore.” My heart flips. Months? I open the box with shaky fingers. Inside, nestled on black silk, is the most beautiful collar I have ever seen: thin rose-gold chain links, delicate but unbreakable, with a small heart-shaped lock in the front and a tiny engraved tag dangling from it that reads Daddy’s Girl in elegant script.

The art gala was in full swing, with a sea of elegantly dressed guests mingling and admiring the stunning artwork on display. While I was checking out some art together with Nathaniel and CeCe, my eyes caught something – no, someone. Cassius fucking Riven. He was looking so fucking gorgeous like the king of hell. Dressed in a suit and bow tie, he looks nothing short of perfection. Slowly, I saw a hand with coloured nails around his arm, and I felt a fist-sized lump lodged at my throat. Tracing the hand slowly, it belonged to a beautiful woman, who was smiling brightly.

"Hi love, you sound very happy today." "I got your gift, Thank you so much," I replied. "Oh great. How is it?" "It is so so so good, I totally loved it. By the way, how did you thought of giving something very unexpected?" I asked as I literally never imagined Aaryan to give me essentials for painting. I mean I agree I have told him about my newly developed interest in painting but still I never imagined he will gift me these things. "I don't know, I was just going through my Instagram feed and found some painting videos, I thought about you and the rest is history." He said with a little giggle.

Rayan warned, “I want you to know that I tried, and that I’m totally up for trying to make something better once I can use my wrists again. It’s okay if you don’t like it, and you don’t have to use this at all if you don’t want to.” That caught Scott’s attention even more! He opened the package with all the excitement of the children scattered around with their own presents. He opened the lid of the box with hands that almost shook. Nestled inside, padded with crinkle paper, was a lopsided little dish. He pulled it out gently to admire the craftsmanship. It was supported by little figurines that were obviously meant to be his favorite video game characters based on their shape and colors. Ra

I calmly asked her. "Ma'am, we ran out of fabric and we can't make your dream wedding gown. I'm so sorry ma'am maybe you can go for someone who can make this gown but I'm really sorry I really can't do it. Sorry" she said. I rested well. I'm not allowed to be stressed because I have a child with me so if zack is not sure about me. Okay, there's nothing I can do since I've made an advance, so he's the one to cancel, okay? And now my designer turned down on me. That he was still happy because he was the one I chose, and then now, no? Who is he fooling? If I know zack has something done on it. It's up to him. If there is no marriage, nothing happens. It's good to be single.

Clairol said almost whisper when she feel weaken all of a sudden. “Where?” Draven still looking at her intently while he was slowly guiding her body swaying for a dance. “Go home.” Clairol tried to not get distracted from the man—doing to her body. They were closed to each other. Coincidentally, the music sudden change into a romantic music that pushing their awkward bodies into a fluid rhythm. “It's too early.” Draven said while they continued dancing slowly. “I have still work tomorrow.” “How about I send you home?” Draven suggest. He don't want to end his night like this. There's something on this woman that makes him doing some unthinkable.

She tried to respond, but the words came out thin and unsteady. I turned it higher.A soft, strangled sound escaped her before she could stop it. Her free hand shot under the table, gripping the edge of the chair so tightly her knuckles went white. She shot me a desperate look across the room—pleading, furious, helpless. I just smiled and gave the dial another slow click. “Gosh, I just want to see her lose herself to me,” I whispered. She was squirming now, trying to keep her composure while the toy buzzed relentlessly inside her. Every time she shifted, I could see it hit her harder. The guy finally noticed something was off and asked if she was all right. Chloe managed a tight nod, voice ba

The code was signed. Good coding is a lot like a gorgeous piece of art. The artist wants to sign the piece so that no one else can take credit for it. The coding was elegant and refined and the creator signed it. I wasn’t sure if it was habit or if he was so sure of himself that he didn’t think it would ever be found. But someone messed up. Maybe they thought they had more time since Nicco was out of the country. Maybe they forgot. For whatever reason, it was still in the system, and it was signed.

As if you could just say them. "Agreed," she said. "But I want to add a ninth." "Go ahead." She wrote: 9. This is a transaction. Nothing more. Sebastian stared at the words for a long moment. Then he signed his name at the bottom of the page. Sebastian Kessler. His handwriting was messy. Mira signed beneath him. Mira Chen. Neat and Perfect. They sat in silence. The coffee was cooling. The fluorescent lights buzzed.