Canon Artwork Novels & Stories

I said sarcastically. “Shhh shhh, not everybody darling. You're going to be painting that artwork just for me, no one else,” Xavier said. “You all seem to misunderstand me, I find it difficult to paint that artwork, I just can't. Its a very sophisticated one and you all seem to think I can paint it.” I said. “Well now, I don't think you can paint it, I know you can and will paint it…….just think of it this way, instead of replicating it for Julian, you'll be doing it for me instead.” Xavier said.

We would usually mate, and a mating bond was always stronger than that agreement that we signed on a wedding paper. “We have no objection.” Alpha Arturo said, looking at him through the corner of his eye. His voice was deep, husky, and hoarse. His power radiated by just seeing his presence, and I could tell that one growl from him would shut a whole room up with no fights or arguments.

I suggested, "We will do one thing. We will make all our ideas into one and can make a blueprint. So it will be more beautiful and dad will agree." They all felt happy and nodded their heads. That night we all sat, discussed and merged our ideas together and I designed the whole idea like a blue print and the next morning when dad seen that he was amazed by the plan and agreed to us. But, now not only me we all are part in this.

"She's recognized as an outstanding professional every year, and our house is filled with her awards and certificates. She doesn't need any man to raise me perfectly well!" Grayson scoffed, his expression full of disdain. "Look at you. You call this being well-raised?"

Catherine said, showing the bar code on the back of the painting, and it was hidden. Secondwork itself is a company that provides a variety of replica products that do not have copyright. The price offered is indeed slightly higher than other replica products, because the work is immaculate and under the original.

FIVE YEARS LATER I started at the three canvases hung on the wall with as little as three-centimetre space between them. The first canvas was painted in black and white. The gardenias populated the canvas and the contrast in the painting was compelling. The second canvas that followed a light palette of colour, the sky blue that met the black and white colour that flowed onto the other canvases, aiding as a surface to the floating white gardenia’s gave me a calm feeling. The bold red colour on the third canvas that filled the clouds stood as its own story, staining the black and white water with a bit of its red, the painting stood complete.

It seemed as though Kaden had no desire for anyone to view his artwork, giving the entire studio an austere atmosphere. Hannah stood at the door. She made no move to take any of his artworks and simply said as she stood rooted to the entrance, "Time for you to show us your artworks, Kaden." Kaden had been feeling quite uncomfortable since he had brought a crowd of people into his studio, but seeing how polite and reserved Hannah was made him breathe out a sigh of relief in secret. "Please wait here for a while. I'll go retrieve one," Kaden replied elegantly. He went through all his finished artworks, and his hand paused on a specific canvas with a torn expression.

There were different canvases littered all over the room, each with an easel and a stool in front of it. There was a small podium in front, different paints, covered the entire space, I could bet on my car that there was no shade of colour that one would need and not be able to find there. Damon was a perfectionist after all. He would certainly get everything down to the least important tool required. Breathing in this studio, made me forget about all my worries as I moved from one artwork to the other, check-in them out. "I can't believe I had this in the house and you kept it away from me!" I almost screamed.

I moved to Cannon’s side and was tongue-tied when I saw his painting. ‘Not in a good way.’ He got the shape, and it looked like me—might take me some time to realize it—but his color choice was… err… “It-it’s…” “Terrible. Horrible. Awful. Nasty. Hideous… there are lots of words for you, ice cream.” “Shut your mouth, Kane!” Cannon warned but Kane just rolled his eyes. “It’s not bad but I don’t really think painting is your thing.” Ian hadn’t stopped laughing and I think he was already high on smokes.