Faye Valentine Art Novels & Stories

Valerie asked me a soon as we walked into the room I checked my phone, but there were no new messages from Jax. "Not yet, Bae.” I replied, putting my phone away. “Jax promised to get back to me before evening. He is competent. I know I am going to get feedback soon.” Valerie nodded, her eyes fixed on the artwork she was still hugging. "I am sure he'll get in touch soon," she said, smiling. I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief that our art pieces were safely secured.

My eyes trail up to its owner, and my breath catches. “What are you doing?” My voice is raspy, barely more than a whisper, but it’s enough to break the heavy silence. He doesn’t flinch, his expression calm and maddeningly unreadable. “Trying to feed you,” Valentine says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He shifts closer, lowering his arm. “Drink.” The scent of his blood fills the air, intoxicating and irresistible...like cinnamon. I feel my hunger clawing at me, demanding I obey, but I push myself away, pressing my back against the headboard.

Because she had been strong… for too long. “I will try,” she whispered. He stood up and patted her shoulder. “Do not try too hard. Just feel. Art comes from truth.” Then he walked away. Naomi sat there in silence. Then slowly… she picked up her pencil. --- Back at the mansion… Valentina stood in front of the mirror. She was dressed beautifully, but her face looked cold. She touched her flat stomach slowly. Her expression darkened. The words from last night still echoed in her ears.

“Let’s hear her out.” Valerie’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. “Gladly.” She slid a tablet across the table, her concept sketches illuminating the surface, bold silhouettes, architectural lines, fabrics engineered to move like rebellion. It was art with teeth. Fashion that didn’t ask permission. Sebastian glanced down once, then laughed, not cruel, but devastating. “This,” he said coolly, “is beautiful.” Valerie stiffened. Compliments from Sebastian Hart were never free.

she sighed, wiggled her brows at me “You are disgusting” I laughed, rolling my eyes. Valerie was French but her mother was American and they had moved over to the states when her parents divorced due to her father’s infidelities. She had applied to art school at almost the same time that I had and we had been friends ever since. We rented an apartment together but it was mainly mine because Valerie was always at her boyfriend’s and then other men whenever her boyfriend upset her which was what she always classified their fights as.

She gave me a curt nod and then her eyes stayed on Valene for the remainder of the time. I turned around, ignoring the bloke behind me, and returned my attention to Valene as well. As she started to play, I made a mental not that I should like to meet this woman when the time was right. However, all left my mind when my daughter began to play. Valene’s notes were indeed haunting and in the most beautiful way. It seemed that nothing mattered to her when that Cello was near. With her eyes closed, she moved in sway with her instruments while the magic made the hauntingly hypnotizing notes of her fingers. She was a talented young woman, and suddenly I was even more convinced that she should cont

She tried to scramble back to her feet, but the stickiness of the liquid held her down, like a prey caught in a trap. I shook my head again in disappointment, why do they trouble this poor girl? What is so funny in making another person suffer this much? I heard Ethan chuckle as he got up holding his phone in his hands. Valentina slipped and fell again, her clothes some part of her upper arm was now covered in the sticky paint. “Do you need help?” Ethan towered powerfully over her with a mocking smirk on his face, Valentina’s tired eyes shot in my direction it was as though she was asking for help, and I looked away immediately. “Say it, do you want me to help you?”