Arti Secret Admire Novels & Stories

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.”

, he had explained. " It's nice, " I told him. He grabbed my hand and walked us inside. It was cozy , all though very minimalist , it had a lot of Adrian's personality in it. It actually made me laugh , there was some art on the walls and there were paintings of naked bodies in sexual positions. No faces, just the bodies of people in sexual positions. I looked at Adrian and he was rubbing the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. " It's a guilty pleasure, the raw beauty of passion in art , even without the faces you can see, with the hands positioned in certain places. How the back arches? The body can't lie " he explains.

His works were exceedingly rare to find on the market nowadays! "You think too highly of me, Grandpa," Alice said shyly. "This is my mimic of it. I call it 'A Glimpse of Morning'. I've done my best to create a replica of the original masterpiece. However, it pales in comparison to the real deal." The crowd gawked in awe at her. It paled in comparison? What was she talking about?! Only someone who had mastered the art of stone carving could render such an intricate scenery on crystal! From a distance, it looked nearly indistinguishable from the real thing!

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.

When we were inside a sigh of relief washed over me. “Don’t wander too far from me,” Artemis whispered into my ear. To anyone that would have sounded sexy but I was on edge, and I picked out the under meaning of his words. I nodded yes, trying to extricate from him, his hand snaked behind my waist and planted a kiss by my side. The gallery was huge and extravagant, painted with white. Portrait hung on the wall. They were all beautiful pieces and communicated to anyone that cared to pay attention. Just passing by the work, it would be mistaken as rubbish and trash and dirt but upon sparing a meaningful glance at it a whole new message would be decrypted and deciphered.

A winged violet chair sits behind the desk beside a mercury-glass lamp. Abstract art hangs on lilac walls, and the skyline view is devastatingly breathtaking. I'm damn near squealing inside. He remembered everything to the last detail. I don't know whether I feel seen or preyed on. But oh…this is so beautiful. “When did you do this?” “I take no credit for this one. My designers just happen to love their jobs.” I try to contain my excitement, but I'm sure he can smell it off me. I'm touching everything, running my fingertips across smooth surfaces, and sniffing the fake plant in the corner.

He added his steely gaze fixated on her face making her blush and at the same time want to lean forward. God the man was handsome, and exactly her type. Businessman or not... Fate was seriously playing a trick on her. Aira was pretty sure that she was laughing her ass off somewhere. Sending a man like this her way, just when she made that decision… “I am surprised…” Aira said managing to hide her expression from him. “Why?” He asked “Well, not many people call Illustrations ‘Art’. Especially not seasoned art connaisseurs,” “Well, I might not be a connoisseur,” He answered, “But as someone who loves art, I think it’s absurd that Illustrations can’t be called art. I mean look at Gina Lee’s wor

"Rich lady. She wantednude self-portrait. Cool. But she keeps changing her mind. Make my boobs bigger. No smaller. Add abs. I'm not a Photoshop babe, this is paint." "You're killing me," I said, wiping my eyes. She shrugged. "Art is honest. People want to be fake. Drives me crazy." I glanced across the yard. Ryan again. Now talking to a blonde. She leaned in close, whispering something. He smiled politely but his eyes scanned the party. Landed on me for a second. Heat rushed through me. Jealousy hit hard. Stupid. He wasn't mine. But after yesterday... god. "You okay?" Artemis asked, following my gaze. "Who's the silver fox?"

Once I do that and get a low grade like 89, I will be disappointed because I didn’t reach 90. My forehead wrinkled when my notebooks and make-up were scattered on my desk. “Goodness! Why did I forget to clean my mess before I go to school?” I whisper and shook my head. I open my bag and take my phone to check if my mom is on her social media account but to my surprise, the news appears in my newsfeed that makes my mouth part. “Adelaide Viamonte finally open her museum in Las Vegas.” A smile appears on my lips due to the headline. Her fans can now finally see her artwork and take a picture of it. This is the reason why I’m trying to manage my time and enhance my talent so that I can also show

"It feels weird seeing it up here. In the warehouse, it belonged to us. Out here, under these bright lights, it feels like I've ripped my ribs open and invited a room full of strangers to poke at what's inside." ​"They aren't looking at a vulnerability to exploit," Adrian said, his voice dropping to that steady, unyielding tone that always acted as Kai's anchor. He turned fully to face the younger boy, his eyes fierce with pride. "They are looking at a masterpiece. You spent weeks putting your soul into this canvas, Kai. Don't look down now. You earned this room."