Romans & histoires Jevil Artwork

Of course, there are so many others in here admiring the artworks. “This is…” I start, but Michael completes it. “Erotic.” I blush hard. “I’d say sinful. A very sexy, sinful artwork.” I study the drawings starting from the one with a woman shoving a dildo into her big pussy, her face scrawled with desire, and her mouth dropped open to her chest. I move to the next with the drawing of an older man with his cock in hand while his seeds drip from his crown like droplets of water. There’s one with two teenage girls on their knees, their hands bound as they suck a cock from a glory hole.

"What do you mean?" "I just mean, you're a formidable businesswoman. I imagine there's quite a lot occupying your mind," he replied. A soft chuckle escaped me. His sense of humor, both humble and perceptive, intrigued me. "So, you're a lover of art?" I asked, turning back to the mesmerizing painting before us. "I'm obsessed," he stated simply. A faint, knowing smile played on my lips. "What's your favorite artwork?." "Devil in a Silhouette by Stéi Fontaine," he said without hesitation.

I couldn't believe what Gael had done to me, and I couldn't believe that I had been so blind to his infidelity. I looked around the room, and my eyes landed on a vase that Gael had given me. It was a beautiful, delicate thing, but in that moment, it was just a reminder of his lies and his betrayal. I picked it up, and with a cry of rage, I threw it across the room. It shattered on the wall, and I felt a surge of satisfaction.

“What are you doing to them?!” “I’m making carrot art,” Gavin said proudly. “You’re ruining them,” Axel replied, taking one from his hand. “This looks like a crime scene.” “I’m an artist, okay? You wouldn’t understand.” “You’re about to be banned from touching vegetables,” Julian laughed. Gavin held up a lumpy piece. “I call this one ‘carrot that lost the will to live.’” “Accurate,” Axel muttered. “Don’t be jealous of my creativity.” “I’d rather be jealous of a blender.”

It was really fate, wasn't it? "Yes! I spent all my savings on your paintings. I had only started to work at Berserkers back then, but I still had some leftover money from my parents. I was still grieving over my parents' death, but seeing your paintings... seeing how positive they were, despite the dark shades, encouraged me to keep fighting. That's why when I saw them, I just had to buy them, no matter the cost," Faith complimented wholeheartedly. It felt like I was being rewarded for all the time I thought was wasted on painting for it to be all in vain. But it seemed like it wasn't in vain, after all. It was a way to connect me and my destined one.

Ivy's POV. Fourteen days. That's how long it took me to pour my soul into a lie. After delving old art archives from the 1700s I found some pretty wild 'facts' about the painting. I took what I needed, ignored the rest, and made a replica that turned out… impressive, it's almost as convincing as the truth itself. Valtor is behind me grinning like a mischievous imp, clearly thrilled. “Ivy, Ivy, Ivy… you sneaky thing!”

She had seen her artwork throughout last week and she was impressed. “No ma, my sister can't draw,” Eileen refuted before Ruelle could speak. The art professor turned to her with a scowl on her face. Can't draw? She had obviously not seen an artwork made by Ruelle. ‘Don’t make me lose an important person because of you,’ the professor said in her mind. Ruelle was just about to refuse the offer when Jewel hit her back with her elbow. “Accept it,” Jewel said through her teeth. She knew that Ruelle would want to reject it because of Eileen and didn't want her friend to do such a stupid thing.

, he had explained. " It's nice, " I told him. He grabbed my hand and walked us inside. It was cozy , all though very minimalist , it had a lot of Adrian's personality in it. It actually made me laugh , there was some art on the walls and there were paintings of naked bodies in sexual positions. No faces, just the bodies of people in sexual positions. I looked at Adrian and he was rubbing the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. " It's a guilty pleasure, the raw beauty of passion in art , even without the faces you can see, with the hands positioned in certain places. How the back arches? The body can't lie " he explains.

The room is bright as fluorescent light illuminates its walls bringing out the beauty of the colorful pictures on them. All the art in this room carries a representation of a hidden history understood only by the enlightened mind. This mini-gallery is home to paintings such as The Expulsion from The Garden of Eden, The picture of Archangel Michael standing above Fallen Angels by Luca Giordano, Bruegel and His Fallen Angels, The Chalice and so many others. Though their authenticity is something that only an expert can tell.

"Okay, this artwork is called ‘Disintegrating Reality.’ Quite a unique name, if I should say so myself." Julian turned his gaze to Leslie, his lips tilting up at her eagerness. The MC unveiled the painting, and gasps could be heard throughout the entire auditorium. Leslie’s eyes widened in horror as they landed on her painting. The beautiful piece she’d spent weeks creating was marred with a disgusting green, runny liquid that looked a lot like green dye or paint perhaps. "Ugh, what is it?" the MC questioned, repulsed. "Is this a joke arranged by the organizers?"