Cute Emo Art Novels & Stories

"Emilla, yes, come in." ​Emilla entered, carrying a large, antique leather portfolio under her arm. She was dressed casually in comfortable leggings and a paint-splattered tunic. ​"Sorry to drop by unannounced," Emilla said, settling comfortably into a brocade armchair. "I was on my way back from the studio and realized I hadn't properly shared my art with you. It's my bribe to get you to talk to me about something other than the roses." ​Emilla opened the portfolio, revealing vibrant, expressive canvases painted in bold, emotional strokes. She painted abstracts, rich with color and texture, entirely unlike the restrained elegance of the mansion.

"We really worked on those words. I can't wait to see it." Emma jumped into Scott's arms, waving a paper at him. "I painted a picture of our family. See? There's me and Grant and Mommy and you." His heart swelled with pride as he gazed at the paper. The painting showed four smiling stick figures, all holding hands. The tallest one had long yellow hair and a beard. "Just beautiful, l'il bit," he beamed. "You are a terrific artist." David cleared his throat, reminding Scott that this was something other than a regular day.

I sometimes wonder how Emmett knows so much about art when he only has a degree in art history—a made-up degree for rich people. “Sure. It’s the centerpiece.” I say and he gives me a long look before walking towards the white wall of the gallery. Emmett is good at his job even though he just started yesterday. He’s twenty five, but still, it’s like God ran out of decent personality, felt bad about it, and overcompensated by giving him a gorgeous face. He’s ridiculously good looking with broad shoulders and a body that puts any male model to shame. His smugness and lack of personality is a huge turn off, but I had to hire him because his talent is so undeniable.

"Because I didn't know if Miss Inette would be here today, so I thought I'd wait outside and take my chances. Is this child radiant? Her smile is so dazzling. "And if I go in alone, Emo will hide. I don't want to scare him..." What a gentle and kind child she is. But Emo is not afraid of people at all, he just doesn't like to be touched. Emo is a cat that can't be touched by anyone but me! I push open the greenhouse door and confidently call, "Emo! It felt like telling my own child to come out and perform for the relatives...

He gives a charming smile that does something to my stomach. "Sure. Now. The walls seem a bit bare. So, I wanted to know if you had any pieces we could hang." I ask. "No. But I know where I can get some." He eyes me. I get what he means. "No. Bastian. I already told you. No one sees my art. You weren't even supposed to see it." "Sammy. Your art is amazing. Please. I just want to show everyone how talented you are." He pleads.

Lisa turned the data sheet to another page. Emily looked down again, and all the words on the page had changed. It has become a kind of internet sand sculpture-like word such as emoticons, 'female', 'strong girl, strong girl, hahahahaha, laugh to death,' and 'niubi'. "666". Seeing that, Emily's expression changed again, her emotions began to collapse again. "You have completely ruined my image." "I'm a comedian now!" She worked hard for so long to manage the perfect, beautiful actress personality, and she was completely destroyed overnight. She became a comedian appearing in all the emojis!

"Your uncle’s feeling a bit weak today." She drew a shocked breath as if I'd said something blasphemous. "So, it’s true! Mommy said you got hurt being stupid again." I swallowed a sigh. "Did she, now? A more restrained shuffle came behind her, and Emilio entered more cautiously. His arms were full of what looked like half a dozen drawings. "I drew things for you, Uncle" he mumbled. "Did you?" I said as I took the pages and looked at them. His drawings were a mix of smudged markers, lots of red, and some vaguely tank-shaped blobs. I smiled even though it didn’t make sense. "This is just what I needed."

"I'd like to submit them to the Young Artists' Exhibition with your permission. Both Emma's and yours." Chloe sat down and looked at the drawings properly for the first time. There were eleven of them. A series, connected by theme and by a consistent visual language that Emma had developed: fine line illustration, detailed to the point of intricacy, each drawing occupying its own contained world while clearly belonging to the same conversation. The subject was family. Their family.

She extends a hand, grasping firmly, smiling warmly but appraisingly. “Yes,” I say, shaking her hand, noticing the man standing alongside her, tall with streaks of silver in his hair. “You’re Emily Harper. Your emails made all of this possible. Thanks.” She points to my prominent piece, shadows devouring city light. “The emotion in that piece is just intriguing,” she continues. “I saw your artwork several months ago, and I knew it would be perfect for an environment such as this. Leo concurred immediately.” Leo Carter,” he introduces, shaking hands firmly. “Emily’s instincts rarely steer her wrong. The presence of your collection has brought a welcome touch to thegallery for tonight’s show.”

The stranger smirked and chanted a spell. "You're a wi...zard?" the prince asked while stuttering. The stranger ignored him and continued to chant. In a few seconds, heart shaped rubies started to appear above his head. "What are these rubies for? Are you gay?" The stranger chuckled and started to move forward. "I thought you'd automatically know who I am by showing you my symbol. Those rubies are the ember of love. Whoever got those rubies will feel an everlasting and pure love. But my sister's ember possesses a much stronger love," the stranger explained.