Jjba Artwork Novels & Stories

"Don't worry dude, you can stress me all you want I am getting paid, it's not for free," "You, young lady are a major..." "Oh my God is that the JJ artwork that's no longer in sales like there are only three in the world and one is in the art museum the other two were bought by top socialites you have it here? Does that mean you are one of the two persons that have it?" She asked in excitement and amazement, he has never seen her look so excited. "Yes, how do you know JJ? I thought you don't know any celebrities?"

At that moment, he communicated with James. “James, we won’t be able to defeat him even if we fight to the death.” “What do we do then?” Jabari said, “In my past life, I once cultivated a Forbidden Art that would allow me to obtain unimaginable power. However, once I use the Forbidden Art, I will surely die.” “Don’t, Grand Emperor…” Though James tried to stop him, he was too late. Far away, Jabari radiated a radiant light. At that moment, he was like the sun, illuminating the pitch-black outer space. His aura soared.

Jeff asked worriedly, and I glanced up at him. "Oh, yes… Everything is fine," I smiled softly. "Give me a moment, please,” B&K Atelier ranks the biggest art gallery in the country. It was launched eight years ago, but had gained popularity and affluence in just a few years. Just as I was going to put my phone away, I spotted my full name in the article, and I paused. I slowly read through it, and the realization hit me. They gave me credit for being the brain behind the art… Something my dad never did back then.

Desperately wanting to change the subject, she asked, “Have you been painting lately?” Grace had majored in art and had specifically worked with watercolors while in school, and Joy had gotten to see a few of her pieces. They had been surprisingly dark for a seemingly sunny girl like Grace Danvers: images of dark oceans and skies and places that made Joy shudder, faces of women shrouded in black and gray, and some pieces that couldn’t be easily explained but that exuded a roiling emotion that Joy found both distressing and infinitely compelling.

Letting the paint come together the way it wants. I spin around and throw my hands up. I paint the face that's emerging on the canvas. My paint forms a face that's the subject of my secret infatuation. Bastian in a blue dress shirt with two buttons undone. I rock and wiggle to the music. When the song ends, I hear clapping behind me. I yelp and spin around. Pressing pause on my phone. Bastian is smiling, sitting on the arm of one of my armchairs. "That was good."

It was New Year’s Eve, and Jessica was filled with hope for a promising and prosperous New Year. The Biannual Ladybirds’ Art Show was being held in the Lennox Tower in Manhattan. The view was fantastic. Fireworks could be seen from the floor they were on. The room was huge. The temporary walls that had paintings and photographs on them were set up like a maze.

Aria’s POV The brushes moved gracefully between my fingers as I studied the final touches on the canvas before me. The painting had evolved into something I hadn’t initially envisioned—a lighthouse standing tall and steadfast, surrounded by a mesmerizing swirl of colors that seemed to represent the changing seasons. Spring’s vibrant greens melted into summer’s golden warmth, which blended into autumn’s fiery hues before softening into winter’s cool blues and whites. The scene was stylized and whimsical, the waves and skies swirling together like a dreamscape.

Jacob said, voice cracking halfway through the word like it wasn’t sure it wanted to commit to existence. Ezra gave him a long, bone-deep stare, chewing the turnover like he might bite through Jacob’s dreams next. “An illustrator,” he repeated, with the same tone one might use for “professional cloud-watcher” or “aspiring mushroom whisperer.” Sebastian, ever the diplomat, smiled gently. “That’s wonderful. Art is so under valued. Do you have a portfolio?” “I—I mean, yeah. A digital one. I do commissions online sometimes. For games and… and other stuff.”

" I didn't know he was an artist. I kind of had the idea that he could be a writer but— he's amazing." Rebekah nodded. " Feed your eyes on everything here if needed. Zade is gonna call soon if he finds out we are out of the hospital already. But if he finds out I brought you here..." Rebekah— crossing her arms, took a few strides towards Josette. She leaned in closer and whispered; " He is going to be the artwork of specular madness and I want no tiny part of it. Feed your curiosity before it feeds on you instead." 🌹~~~~~~~~~~~🌹

Hope that I’d mean something more. And I wasn’t sure I was ready for that kind of responsibility. --- I found the sketch while digging through one of my folders. It was tucked between old museum submission forms and a copy of the first flyer Barbie had drawn for the school's art club. At first, I thought it was mine—something from last year. But the pencil strokes were gentler. More thoughtful. The way the lines shaped the jaw, the eyes, the mouth… it wasn’t just technical. It was personal.