Jevil Artwork Novels & Stories

She said softly, with almost a look of pity on her face. “What makes you so sure that this is fake, did you see me duplicate it, I know that you had gifted the matriarch a fake piece Jessica and I have no intention of exposing that, so I think that mine is also a fake unless you have evidence to back up your claims” Celon shot back at her, her voice was calm but she made sure that her words certainly hit Jessica where it would hurt. “Are you saying the artwork Miss Jessica gifted the Matriarch is a fake?” The anchor asked and Celine nodded her head.

I hadn't given the imprisoned figure any eyes; instead, I had viciously gouged out two pitch-black, bottomless bloody holes with my charcoal pencil. The massive, sickening smears of dead black charcoal only amplified the macabre atmosphere of the entire piece. That wasn't art. That was my soul screaming in agony, and it would make anyone's blood run cold to look at it. "Oh my god, what a disgusting and twisted piece... How mentally deranged do you have to be to draw something like that?" Cruel whispers erupted all around me. "Is there something seriously wrong with her head? No wonder she never talks to anyone."

“I can’t believe I’m holding a world-famous artist right now.” Macey chuckled, “I’m hardly world-famous.” “I beg to differ,” Julius kissed her temple. His gaze swept over the gallery and found they stood close to the first series that had drawn him in: Two Hearts. “I can’t believe this is your vision.” She followed his gaze and blushed as she said, “Well, actually those are, sort of, self-portraits.” “What do you mean?” Julius looked at the series again featuring a model’s growing stomach alongside ultrasounds. Realization suddenly dawned on him, and he looked back at her. “That’s you!”

On Twitter… #Soul Jewelry Studio Official#: @Vaenna Jewelry Official, During the period in which my jewelry studio got listed, I discovered that your company has been using my studio’s original manuscripts to create new design sketches. I didn’t want to escalate the matter, but I realized that I still couldn’t tolerate plagiarism at the end of the day. Please check the photos for my studio’s registration date and the date when all the manuscripts were created.

[Editor Natasha: Yes, go ahead. [DSalcedo: Sent an image.] Attached to her message was the art that she had just drawn. On the other hand, when they opened it, they were shocked. “Do an image search, check if it’s an artwork by someone else..” Lisa said. Eva quickly worked on it. After a moment. “Nope. It’s nowhere to be found.” [Editor Natasha: Miss Aurora, you drew this one?] [DSalcedo: Yes. Then I used Photoshop and Illustrator.This look is actually on the book.]

You could feel the atmosphere of your favorite time of year - autumn. Leah's gaze, wandering through store windows, was caught by two paintings in gilded frames, hanging surrounded by shelves of books and art supplies. One of the works depicted a red-haired girl in a short shirt. She was sleeping and at the same time floating in the air, touching the muddy surface of the swamp water with her fingertips and feet. It was as if invisible hands were grabbing her under the lower back, and she, bending in a shape unnatural for the spine, remained frozen in time. Another work was a parody of the “Vitruvian Man”, only instead of a man, the figure of a naked woman was placed in a circle and square. W

Ivory got what he meant and then nodded her head afterwards. "Make it quick." She told him without looking and then went to the area where the other agents walked. Some minutes have passed and they found the hut Dominus told them to stay in for a while. Jake, who was carrying Siva, let her sit in the chair inside the hut. Then there they saw some paintings inside it, they are all beautiful. Most of them are art of the moon, and all of them were Dominus artwork. He used natural things and materials to do his artworks, it's the only thing he can do to forget all the things happening to him, just picturing the things that makes him happy.

a deviant smile appeared on the Lady's face and flicked a finger towards the horrible visage of Jomal. His skin was now completely peeled off and his muscles opened to show their empty contents. The bones were totally excavated from within his body. It was a sadistic display of art wherein the brush belonged to a heartless hand of its maker. "What do you think of pain, my dear disciple? Our abilities to change the laws in this material world are minute compared to the limitless breadth of our imagination." the Lady added once more and a glowing sphere from the fallen form of Jomal flew to her hands in an instant.

“I don’t mind, but I insist on being paid the dividend no matter what the appraisal ends up revealing, okay?” “Yes, of course! Real or fake, you’ll get paid!” That was what Javier wanted to hear the most. With his Astral Sight, Javier examined the sculpture from his spot. It was a beautiful marble artwork made by someone who was clearly meticulous and clean about their work. A sculpture featuring both old-school aesthetics like this one was sure to attract many buyers. Unfortunately, however, the temporal energy in the sculpture revealed that it was about ten years old or so. Javier turned to Boris and said emphatically, “Don’t waste your time. It’s a fake.”

The hands were young, but the grip was fierce like a professional. Aurora moved closer. The sketch was signed in the corner. "E.V. 2019". She touched the frame. It was real charcoal, smudged in places where fingers had pressed too hard. It hung among million-dollar paintings like it belonged there. Eleanor Vale 2019. She said to herself sure it was his sister's work She kept walking.