Mandela Catalogue Alternate Fanart Novels & Stories

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

I lower my head a bit while locking her eyes. "No. Bastian. Forget it. My paintings are mine." "Fine. I'll see them someday." I smirk. "But this..." I hold the pad up and tear off the picture. "Consider this one sold." I pulled out my money clip. "No, Bastian. I can't take your money." She protests. "Nonsense. A good artist should be paid for her art. Is 300 good?" Her eyes went wide. "300? For a sketch?......"

I began to find the man very interesting. "Fome has been telling me about you for years" he was saying, "but I didn't mind her, you know how you young men are" he laughed loudly with me joining him, already in my ass kissing mode. He led us to the living room which had the biggest television I had ever seen and motioned for me to sit. I was surprised to find out Fome wasn't with me and as if reading my thoughts he said "don't mind Fofo she is in her father's house" I smiled from ear to ear (but in my mind I was like Fofo?) looking round the parlour, the walls were not painted but instead splashed all round with graffiti. Faces of Nelson Mandela, Fela, Bob Marley and even the Chief looked dow

"Come on, Nate, I understand you're upset, but seriously? I didn't mean to do it. Plus, who would value such simple paintings at a million? Who are you trying to fool?" Cameron gripped Fenna's hand tightly, frustration evident in his grip. "Fenna, this is too much. Wanda is a well-known philanthropic artist in Sunterland—Inkwell. "Her top-selling painting went for tens of millions at auction and is showcased in museums. Why would you damage her artwork?" Fenna's expression shifted instantly to seriousness, her voice trembling as she responded, "What? A philanthropic artist in Sunterland? How can a painting fetch tens of millions? Cam, are you crazy?"

"The shield is fine, Adrian. You’ve spent three days cementing the legalities. Take a breath. Look at this." ​Kai reached onto the counter and picked up a heavy, bound portfolio. He dropped it into Adrian's lap, replacing the laptop. On the cover, rendered in striking, textured ink strokes that blended traditional Kenyan imagery with sleek, modern digital aesthetics, were the words: The Triad of the Soil: The Electric Savannah.

"Hah...hey didn't regret treating me like that, so why should I think this way? Besides, I just need to get rid of the feelings I have for them. To be honest, I barely feel anything for them now." "Mango hummed and said, ""Mr. Shen plagiarised one of Edvard Munch's artworks when he was still a young artist, but not many knew about this. After all, Edvard Munch had already passed away, and no one has seen his early works. Thus, he thought of this when he happened to come across one of Edvard's legendary artworks last time. I recall him telling this to Mrs. Shen when I was young, and it left a deep impression on me. After many years, he became famous in the art industry, and he has many powerf