Artwork Dump Novels & Stories

Elaine's head snapped up, a flicker of shock and panic flashing across her eyes. I continued, "He was seeing a wealthy heiress from the capital at the time, and he just wanted to dump you. On top of that, two days before you sent me away, I caught Owen in our study, stealing your company's trade secrets. There's surveillance footage of that too. Feel free to check it." "T-that's impossible! Owen isn't that kind of person…" Elaine muttered to herself as if she were attempting to convince herself. I calmly withdrew my gaze and looked out at the distant horizon where the sea met the sky. I had stopped expecting anything from her a long time ago. Now, I was merely clearing my own name.

I suggested and not having any other option he agreed and then gave me a chance. "But, as the function is in 2 days we don't have much time. I will give you time till tomorrow morning so draw all the plans you have and then show me by 9a.m," dad gave me a time limit and I agreed for it. Adeep, Aadhav, Ishaan and Jagat also came to my room and they also want to do it. I suggested,

From three different numbers. [Good morning, Alena Wilson! Did you receive the flowers I sent you? _Darren Scott_] [Alena, I hope you like the teddy bear I sent you? Hug it when you feel sad. Think of the bear as my representative to keep you company. _Gavin Scott_] [Alena Wilson, your face is so beautiful that I had trouble painting it. But in my mind, I can remember every inch of your features. As you read this message, I hope you have already received my painting. _Adrian Scott_]

“I bet his workshop is right on my route to the Art Den.” He chuckled, holding the painting up so the morning sun hit the curves I’d rendered in oil. “I’d like to spend a few days going through this entire vault when we aren't prepping for a territorial takeover.” “Most of it is trash, honestly,” I said, locking the heavy bolt on the unit. “Half-finished sketches and sculptures that lacked the proper bite.” “This one has plenty of bite.” He frowned at the canvas, his thumb hovering near the edge. “You only like it because it’s my chest, Rowan,” I teased. He didn't even try to deny it, merely shrugging with a grin that made my pulse skip.

The day had been long, and Elena Hart felt every minute of it weighing down on her as she stepped into the grand hall of the Stone Art Gallery. The invitation to the exclusive art gala had arrived unexpectedly, a sleek black envelope that stood out starkly among her usual mail. The name embossed on the front had piqued her curiosity—Evan Stone, a name whispered in art circles with both reverence and caution. He was an elusive figure, a powerful collector known for his vast wealth and discerning taste, as well as the shadows that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

It di⁠splayed a single li​ne of raw, unencrypted‍ te⁠xt, ro‍uted through seven proxy​ s​erve⁠rs in Mac⁠au, explicitly addressed​ to the ghosts of the Atlantic. > *‍THE ARCHITEC‌T IS EXTRACTED. THE VACU‌UM REQUIRES RES​TRUCTU‌RE. T‌HE BOARD RECOGNIZES THE CONTRACTS ARE TE‌AR-PROOF. WE W​ILL⁠ BE SEEKING CONVER‌SA‍TION IN THE SPRING.* >

The notification beeped a few times. They were from Aaron. [Aaron: Boss, I found Nellie Nymphaea's works again!] [Aaron: I heard those three masterpieces were never exhibited to the public before ever since Nellie Nymphaea passed away.] [Aaron: Sparrow, Night Cat, and The Pink Flamingo!] The messages captured her attention, and without fail, she quickly straightened. [Where are those paintings now?] she texted. Aaron's reply was instant. [They're exhibiting in a private art gallery, but the owner of the art gallery only invited families and close friends. I can't get an invitation. Boss, why don't…you try to ask if Mister Jeremy is invited to the exhibition?]

My next appointment with death. I swiped into the Inventory first. Points: 1888. Artifacts: S-Tier ‘Shroud of Unseeing’, S-Tier ‘Warrior’s Aegis’, A-Tier ‘Purifier’s Tears’ (Consumable). Three prizes. Two for surviving, one for breaking the game’s toy. The ‘Tears’ still sat in my mental periphery, that phantom scent of pine and frost clinging to them. A memory I couldn’t grasp. Frustration itched under my skin. I needed data. I booted up my old laptop, pulling up the public forums where normies and anonymous players gossiped and panicked. I scrolled, searching for anything on artifact classifications, on void spaces, on memory triggers.

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she said “ No that's alright, I figured you'd have called me if you wouldn't be able to come today” I replied “ So where is my priceless artwork?” she asked I moved over to where I kept some already packed paintings and picked out her painting named “Estranged heart”. It was a painting of a wilted rose that seemingly looked like a heart. “This is really a masterpiece Lexi!!” she exclaimed as she saw it “ I am glad you like your painting Mrs Shelby” I said with a smile