Faye Valentine Art Novels & Stories

The flicker of hesitation in Matteo's eyes vanished. He pulled Vivian to her feet and turned to me. "Apologize." "I did nothing wrong." I looked him straight in the face. "So no." Vivian cried harder, and as she lifted her hand to wipe her tears, a ruby bracelet slid from her sleeve. It was my mother's, the only family token I had taken with me when I left the Valenti house. On our wedding night, I had placed it in Matteo's palm and told him I was giving him the most important thing I owned.

'But it definitely made for an unforgettable experience. Valentina suddenly grows thoughtful, her gaze drifting off as she recalls a particular memory. 'You know,' she begins, her voice softer now, 'I fell in love with art in the most unexpected way. It happened when I stumbled upon a painting in Madame Rosemarie's house—a beautiful portrait of a girl in a garden, holding a butterfly.' I listen intently as Valentina describes the scene, picturing it vividly in my mind. 'And then,' she continues, 'I looked down and saw paintbrushes and paint scattered on the floor. At that moment, I knew I just wanted to paint.'

“Fate is a fickle thing, My son. If she says we fight and die in two weeks from now, then it will be so. Valerie will be my undoing; she will kill me and kill herself in the process. And after, that is when my true plans come into fruition.” “Ha-…Ha-…Ha-…” the fae pressed against the wall laughs. Tears streak down his face. Freya smiles, humming a soft lullaby her mother sang to them in her womb. A spear sits between the fae’s eyes, blood stains the ice wall down his neck. His limbs are all torn and pressed to the wall a few centimetres from his main body. “Wh-WhY? HoW-… HoW aM I aLiVe?!”

Ava pleaded to her mother. "Of course. And I haven't decided where I want to go. This place is home but then Mom said that it'll be good to interact with other fayes. She thinks I might fight my faye mate. But I don't want to find him. I don't think I'll be able to love anybody like I love Javier." Valerie looked troubled. "You should stay here. And if you ever change your mind, you can go there." I offered. "That sounds good, thanks." She nodded.

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Valentine pulled away slightly, looking at her with a smile. "After what just faced now, the clouds wouldn't be a bad place." Fay hesitated for a moment before responding. "Then what are you waiting for. Let's go inside." She responded Valentine grinned wickedly before tugging at the bed sheet she used in wrapping herself. He bent her over on the balcony and loosened his pants before ramming into her. ====== Fay left Valentine's place and made her way to the cave, taking extra care not to be followed. She walked quickly, constantly checking behind her and taking different routes to ensure no one was tailing her.

As her brush glided across the surface, she felt a surge of pride, knowing that her artwork would forever bear her mark—a symbol of the time, effort, and love she had poured into its creation. Stepping back to admire her work one last time, Ayana felt a smile spread across her face. The portrait of Adam stood before her, a testament to their friendship and the profound impact he had had on her life. It was more than just a painting—it was a reflection of the bond they shared, a celebration of the beauty and depth of their connection.

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

Maya rushed to them tugging her hand. .....Come with me" Faye gave her the ' What's wrong with you woman? look. "Oh! Mr sage sorry, but can I steal her for a moment.." He nodded smiling at Maya. "What has gotten over you Maya?" She felt disheartened to be separated from her boss. "Meet my boyfriend, Valentine and Val meet my bestfriend Faye", Maya introduce them to eachother. They both smiled exchanging pleasantries, faye could see the glow and excitement in Valentine's eyes looking so sweet at Maya while touching her hair, there she knew her best friend has finally met the love of her life.

Days blurred together. Jessica barely noticed. For the first time in years she wasn't creating from anger. Or sadness. Or fear. She was creating from memory. The oak tree grew. Golden fields stretched outward. Sunlight spilled across the canvas. And beneath the tree stood two little girls. One holding a flower crown. The other holding a stuffed rabbit. Jessica smiled when she painted that detail. Daisy would complain. Then secretly love it. By the seventh day the painting was almost complete. Jessica stood staring at it.

He started flipping through its pages. As Valerie struggled to rise, Kieran pushed her back down by the nape of her neck. "Come on, darling. No peeking. Let me go," Valerie said. She waved her arms around, trying to swat him, but he was out of reach. On page 53, she turned his photo into a donkey head. On page 72, his nose got a donkey makeover, with his face covered in freckles. And on page 120, he simply vanished. Valerie, the little artist, worked some magic. She gave him rodent teeth, cat whiskers, and swapped his black hair for blazing red waves.