Jevil Artwork Novels & Stories

“I’ve always wanted to paint something big and bold. Something that feels alive. Maybe abstracts inspired by the ocean… or by how I feel when I’m with all of you.” Jax’s eyes lit up. “I like that. Paint what you feel when we touch you. When we fuck you. When we make you come apart. I want to see it on canvas.” Kai nodded. “We’ll pose for you too. Anytime you want. Naked or dressed, however you need us.” Vale reached over and brushed his thumb across my lower lip. “But only after you eat. You’re going to need your strength today.”

“Whoever wrote this is definitely paid personally.” This would sound weird, but it made me relaxed a little bit that someone else than me was mad. So I was not overreacting, was I? Our new product consisted of an eye palette with an art theme. I sampled some colors from famous paintings such as Da Vinci’s Monalisa, Klimt’s The Kiss, Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam, and Rembrandt’s The Night Watch. I was excited with that product, because I was contributing not just as the boss, but also as an artist. It was nice to include something that you love to your work.

“Now, for the best visual artist, the winner is….Felix Whitmore!!!” Is creamed so loud, my throat burned. He glanced at me; it was his turn to be shocked. “That’s impossible; I didn’t submit anything.” “I did.” I giggled. “Your painting of my eyes is too beautiful to be tucked away, Felix. You’re an exemplary artist; the world needs to see your work.” “I-“ “Now you know how it feels, huh?” Elias chuckled beside him, clapping his shoulder as we pushed him up. “Go!” I urged, his ears turned bright red again.

In the weeks I've known him, I have never seen him touch a brush or anything art-related. " You owe me for this," " Why don't you like sharing these with the world, you could easily be one of the greatest out there," The man said, smiling as he looked around the place. My gaze went to Azriel, he didn't like that his work was being put up like this. " No, my art is only for my eyes but you somehow manage to blackmail you into releasing these to you. Damn fucking old man," he grumbled, the man smiled victoriously before his gaze fell on me.

Another person sneered and said, “Him? He doesn't understand calligraphy and painting at all, so how can he find anything good exhibits to participate in the exhibition?” Someone else chimed in and said, “That’s right! I brought a painting last time, and it was a painting by Zideon Chish, a painter from ancient times in Aurous Hill for him to appraise, but guess what he said? He said the painting didn't resemble mountains or water, so it was clearly not the work of a master. I couldn't be bothered with him at all.”

I shook my head. "Hey, Zhanaia!" he called me. "Come here, see this one." I walk towards him. He pointed out the artwork of a nude woman in fire. "Do you know this one?" he asks. I nodded. "Yes. That's artwork from one of the important contemporary artist of Switzerland, Pipiloti Rist, entitled 'Swimming In A Bath Of Lava'. This is a miniature video of a woman swimming in a bath of lava that captivates a mixture of wit and powerfully visual of the woman in the fires of hell. And it is said that the subject of this artwork of Rist is about a self-confident woman in a fervid environment that mixes eroticism and assertive feminine physicality." I explain.

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.

I stand tall in front of the easel. "I think if I'm the subject, I should have a right to know, shouldn't I" He folds his arms. I swallow. "No. My art is not for viewing." I stand firm. He nods. "So, you've said. But technically, I already know what I look like, so you might as well show me." "No." I cross my arms. "I could command you to show me." He smirks. "Please don't." I whine.

Boxes appeared from cupboards. Folders emerged from shelves. Sketchbooks surfaced from places she'd forgotten existed. Soon the living room floor disappeared beneath years of artwork. Sophie sat cross-legged among the chaos. "Wow." Jessica looked up. "What?" "You really don't see it, do you?" Jessica frowned. "See what?" Sophie held up a sketchbook. Pages filled with charcoal drawings. People. Faces. Emotion. Pain. Beauty. Stories. "You." Jessica laughed. "That's not me." "It absolutely is."

The shapes curve around the center of the piece, where a slash of bright red cuts across the canvas. If I'm being honest - and I have a strong appreciation for art, even the weird stuff, so this is saying something - it's one of the ugliest things I've ever seen. I don't know what to make of it. "It's... interesting," I say finally. This has to be a joke. He picked the most hideous piece in here because he knew I'd never even consider it. It's cheating, pure and simple, and he's not even being subtle about it.