Got Book Art Novels & Stories

“I know it sounds batshit insane. Like the caller’s hallucinating or screwing with me. But he knew things—details no one should. And if there’s even a chance…” Lysander held up a hand, stopping me. “It doesn’t sound insane. Not entirely.” I blinked, caught off guard. “What?” He pushed off the table, walking to a bookshelf in the corner crammed with art books, sketchpads, and a few dusty tomes that looked older than the school. He pulled one out—a thick, leather-bound volume with faded gold lettering: “Mythos and Metaphor: Ancient Lore in Modern Art.” He flipped through it, landing on a page with illustrations of snarling wolves under full moons, runes etched around the borders.

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"Wait, Jonea! Do you want this book?" She stopped and turned towards me. "No! Just take it if you want it. I can find another book." I know she's lying. Her gaze said she really wanted this book. And I see this book only one. There are no other copies on the shelves. I took two steps closer to Jonea, but she stepped back from me. "A book about ancient runes and magic?" I frowned when I read the title of the book. "Are you studying magic?" "No!" Jonea answered quickly. "I just wanted to look at the symbols and runes in the book for reference in making art. Is that a problem?"

He smiled pulling open the box and retrieving the large black book that was hidden inside, gold writing stood on the front and the thickest of paper concealed within. “It is a personalised drawing pad, I ensured to find the best one on the market, your artwork and talents only deserve the best.” He smiled joyfully handing me the quite heavy book, where I could have cried when I saw what was inscribed in gold writing. “Erin Hayes artwork. Inspired by Tony Hayes.”

I chuckled. "Fore-edge painting is... like a painting, or a form of painting, on the edge of the book, where we turn the book! In the end. So when the book is closed... it puts that part like a painting, yes it can be simple or complex... it's free, there are several genres.. like boho, simplicity to natural art... modern art? Yes, it's free! It's just like a medium there, so it adds to the function of the book too, if you put it there it can be a display." I explained.

Maven was busy, Eryx wasn't an option so I had to stick with Aiden. We got the groceries we needed and proceeded to the counter then I remembered I needed a new sketch book and a set of pencils. "You can go ahead with the payment. I forgot something," I told Aiden. "Okay," he replied. I went back to the art section. Scanning through the shelves, my fingers trailing over the different art tools, I found a sketch book with a striking blue hard cover that drew me to pick it up. As I admired it, my eyes caught a male figure at the opposite side of the shelf. His facial side view looked a bit familiar. My intuition was right the moment he turned his face.

Chapter 1: The Midnight Invitation My heart hammered wildly in my chest as I pushed open the heavy glass door of the gallery, the cool night air clinging to my skin like a whispered secret. Rain fell in a gentle veil outside, softening the city lights into a dreamy haze that mirrored the turmoil inside me. I wasn’t supposed to be here this late, alone with my sculptures and an enigmatic stranger who had offered more money than I had seen in years for my most intimate piece. But curiosity—and something deeper, a restless hunger I’d buried beneath layers of clay and long hours in the studio—had pulled me here like a moth to flame.

Naomi also wanted to have her hands on one of those forbidden books but she dared not to. 'Why is Lisa displaying those forbidden books in these shelves?' Naomi couldn't help but ask herself out of curiousity. Despite being curious, she didn't dare to ask Lisa about it. After all, she was in no position to ask and it isn't her business in the first place. She was continously browsing for books but when she reached the end of the shelf, something caught her attention. It was a tainted gold covered book in the corner of the shelf. She went to grab it and was satisfied with the book. The book title was "Art of Medicine".

“Oh, that’s cool man. I think you should check out the Vendetta painting. It’s in there. The one in hues of red like fire.” “This one?” I showed him and he nods. “Oh, shit this one looks amazing.” Ricky continues to talk about his work but I was being a jerk because I was not really paying much attention to anything he said. I led the conversation to the art gallery that he was working for alongside Jolene with the entire art exhibit. “So how is Jolene?” I finally asked as soon as Risky mentioned bringing her up. “Jolene?” He repeated as he shakes his head. “Last time I heard about her was a week ago. Poor woman, such an awful husband she has.”

"We believe that our connections and knowledge of the art world can help expand that aspect of your business as well." I leaned back in my chair, considering their words. They made a compelling argument, but I needed to know more. "What specifically do you bring to the table?" I asked. The clients exchanged a look before the first one spoke up again. "Well, for one, we have a vast network of contacts in the art world," he said. "We can help you source rare and valuable pieces, as well as connect you with collectors and buyers who would be interested in your current collections."