Arti Secret Admire Novels & Stories

“Miss Ara is asking me to come with her for a walk.” “I’ll come with her instead.” “Yes, Sir.” Czar left them alone. Ara twisted her head towards Vanluke. When their eyes met Ara couldn’t take it back. She watched her own reflection in his grayish eyes. She wondered what it would be like to see that pair of beautiful foreign eyes every morning when she wakes up. Imagine his attention only pointing at her. Wouldn’t that be so fantastic? “Why are you staring so intently?” “I’m imagining what it would be like to see your eyes every morning of my life.”

It meant knowing that when people tried to strike at him, he struck back tenfold. And though the therapist in me wanted to analyze this hunger for control, and his ruthless display, the woman in me felt something else entirely. i was filled with admiration and respect.. "And for the final exhibit for tonight..." the host said, wheeling in one of the most beautiful artworks i had ever seen. Adriano kept his gaze forward, but I knew he was focused on movement from either Dante or Martin before he made any move.

"I'd better not interrupt her time this time." Hundreds of kilometers away from where Deric was, Caraline was looking at paintings in an art gallery. The woman bottomlessly scrutinized one by one the beautiful portraits displayed on the walls. The carvings, the details, the color combinations, the gradations, and everything about each work of art, she paid close attention to. According to her, this was one of the best ways to find inspiration for her latest product.

“Beautiful. Sweet.” I stared, unsettled. “I don’t remember being in that position.” He stepped closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Don’t worry. Everything about you is in my head.” I shoved him back, heart racing. “What the hell, Liam? This is creepy.” “Creepy?” He smirked, unfazed. “It’s art. Inspired by you. Thought you’d appreciate it.” “Appreciate what? Your obsession?” I snapped, stepping away. “This isn’t cute. It’s weird.”

Mister Handsome inquired. "Seriously, you haven't seen her art?" I asked as I drew closer to the two of us. I was staring at Arthur intently, hoping that he understood what I was saying. "No. I haven't." Arthur responded with sincerity. "What's your issue, Mister Handsome?" Aren't you aware that one of her successful works of art is me? Take a look at me? Has she not beautifully crafted me?" I teasley asked him, causing Arthur's ear to flush.

“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.”

The walls of this cave was embedded with large translucent crystals that glowed a pale blue and she gushed as she spun around in a circle. “Oh my, it’s so beautiful.” She went to peer into one of the glowing crystals, hearing a full chiming sound from within. It had been a long time since she was in the presence of an artifavt. As if in a trance, she slowly raised her hand, wanting to see how it would feel against her fingers but right before she could touch it, a hand clasped her wrist and held it back. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Adrian said and she shook her head and stepped back, the trance broken.

The little grace I thought she had disappears, not a trace of it is left. I follow her gaze out of curiosity, I want to see what's got the girl this excited. I expect to see a shiny new car, a horse or something else that is fancy. When my gaze finally discerns what she's looking at I tense, holding onto Tee's arm for dear life. Sienna's screams of joy are now accompanied by several other girly screams, all unable to control their excitement because of the art in front of us. So much better than a shiny new car, I would scream too if I wasn’t so put together. Wait, I’m not put together, that’s why I quickly pull Tee in front of me as I watch him, God's greatest creation and the devil's incar

“Why do you ask? Would you let me out of this deal if I did?” “No,” he says firmly. “Then I guess it doesn’t matter,” I say, trying to sound unaffected. Adrian holds my hand now, raising it closer to his lips. The corner of his mouth tilts up into the faintest smile. “I looked you up online yesterday,” he says, his deep voice steady. My fingers hover just inches from his lips. “Who knew such a delicate hand could create such dark, haunting art?” I smile, keeping it small, even though his words and touch make my heart race. “You don’t like it?”

Adrian muttered, deliberately, so that the curator could hear it. "Are you sure?" asked the curator hesitantly, only certain people were allowed into the VVIP gallery. Adrian raised an eyebrow, "You underestimate me?" Adrian hissed annoyed. After a while the curator rushed in front of them, ushering them into the VVIP gallery room. Adrian and Leah walked hand in hand to the private gallery, besides the paintings several sculptures were displayed beautifully. Leah and Adrian's eyes were fixed on a piece that made them nauseous. The art the was staring at was a carved statue of a pair of naked men and women. The woman was seen bowed down and the man was beating her buttocks with a whip. Leah's