Meraki Artist Novels & Stories

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?......"

she told Alenna. Samantha was filled with wondering about herself, why she seemed different from everyone and she didn’t have such a life she love to have. She seemed to have no freedom to do whatever she wanted. From there, Samantha was just keeping her self busy creating decorations at the Kingdom of Arcticus along with other mermaids in preparation for the upcoming contest. To speed up what she was doing she once again thought of using her power and magic but when she tried to use it she suddenly remembered what Alenna was telling her, so she choose to do things fairly like her fellow mermaids does.

"Such an honour to meet you, Athena. My name is Malcolm." ***

These life-or-death situations are handled mostly with when to change your tactic in a captive environment should you be interrogated. Meraki had the same components as Earth which meant it was safe for human inhabitants, people had described it as paradise. Everything was coming together, she could read the anticipation on every member's face. Time was running out with loved ones, on the one side it felt exciting, and on the other none of them were truly ready. They were training not knowing what to expect. Was Meraki still safe? Were their inhabitants still alive, or were there other elements that they were not aware of? There were so many questions that were raised in Keira's mind.

"And what's the name of your piece miss?" "Seasons, it was my final project at school and surprisingly it did really well," I said and they snapped their fingers. "But please, Laid Down and Bold Rest are extremely amazing, go check them out," I said and they left. "Professional artist? Featured here? You?" Michael asked and I cocked my head to the side. "Surprisingly I really thought you'd have tabs on me this entire time," I said crossing my arms over my chest. "Guess I was fooling myself."

Some of them were in dire need, but regardless of that, the need shouldn’t lead them to whatever they were dealing with. “I understand that you are here seeking for sponsors, but I do not sponsor a project that I do not see benefitting or appealing. Though some of you have passed through my right hand’s review. Mine was the one that determined it, and I have chosen to not sponsor any of the projects.” Arturo said, looking at Anika. “First, I do not work with lawyers or cops. My apologies, but I have my own terms in this, and after investigating, some of you did indeed turn out being them. The issue is right now, you have a nice little question mark over your heads, and I believe that you kno