Mimi Artwork Novels & Stories

He wiped me down with clumsy care, taught himself to cook plain porridge, and slept on a narrow folding chair by my bed every night, fully dressed, just to be near. The day I was discharged, sunlight bathed the seaside town in gold. Nathan pushed my wheelchair, a cashmere blanket he had bought draped over me. Six months later, he rented the only art gallery in town and sponsored my very first solo exhibition. He named it 'Rebirth'. The bright, spacious hall was filled with the work I had poured my soul into for half a year. Storm-dark seas before a tempest. Iridescent light shimmering on rocks after rain. A daisy blooming toward the sun from a bookstore window.

She tirelessly immersed herself in painting, and because of that, she produced many amazing artworks. Unlike her appearance, her art style was quite rugged. When Tatiana saw the unique art style, a look of surprise appeared on her face. "Could it be that you're Milly herself?" Milly was internationally famous. Eight years ago, her work "Against the Wind" stunned the crowd. Going against all odds, it won the Golden Painting Award. All the artwork Milly used to participate in art competitions was sold in auctions at high prices. "Against the Wind" had the highest collectible value, and Tatiana had bought it at an auction for 30 million dollars.

“You’re not here to buy any of these art pieces, are you? Is there something you need?” Miranda, who was next to Annalita, smirked. “Now, isn’t that a load of cr*p? We have so many pieces by famous artists that we’ve run out of space to hang them all. You’re no one famous. Why would my mother buy any of your pieces? My mom is here to…” “Mimi, will you shut up?” Annalita shot Miranda a glare. “From now on, you’re not allowed to speak without my permission!”

'Tara says, “Okay, no problem, I will go and prepare something delicious and bring it to the hospital,” Mimi says, and she steps out of the ward and walked to the exit gate of the hospital, and took a taxi home, she rested a while in her house when she decided to take a walk out around the area she was living, she walked down the street and turned to another Street gazing at every store she passed by until she saw a store selling camera footage, and she stopped and glance through the sliding glass and she walked to the entrance door, and she approached one of the attendants and say, “good day,” Mimi says

My arms itched to pull her to me but my beast and I understood that she needed girls' time. The burial was long over, people had retreated back to their places and yet I remained behind, giving my mate the space to grieve. Yes she was safe in my mother's arms but I wasn't about to risk anything. Mimi had been murdered with a lethal dose of a silver dart, in my pack, a pack full of trained warriors.

I continued my steps down, still rubbing my wrist and pretending Raymond wasn’t standing there with her, his eyes fixed on me with full concentration. “Mr. Raymond and I were having a little chat, and I came to discover that he’s the owner of Mysti Arts Corporation.” I could see where this was going. “Mysti Arts Corporation? Mysti Arts… I’ve never heard of it.” “It’s a small arts corporation, Melissa,” Raymond spoke, and my jaw shut tight at him. Since the time he showed up here, now was the first time he'd call my name without a title, sparking back a forgotten, buried familiarity. I frowned. “…We’re rooted in digital artistic designs and creativity and both virtual and physical exhibitions

She says pointing to a man walking down the corridor we just walked down. “Adira excuse us for a moment.” Maggie says guiding Simon toward the man. “I’ll be right back.” Simon says looking at me closely. “Sure.” I say letting go of his hand. They walk away leaving me to look at the art work. “This is incredible.” I whisper to myself staring at a painting of an old woman staring back at me. She has her hands wrapped around her neck. Her face is wrinkled and weathered. Her hands and arms look like they have been overused; the state of her skin lets me know she’s lived a long and tedious life.

out loud , saying cringe and erotic things that I can’t bring my mouth to mention.I should ignore them and give them some space like a normal human being should but who says I am a normal girl when I always let my curiosity win and besides who doesn’t like a little gossip ?I can’t wait to tell my best friend Mimi all about the lovers who did the deed in my private gallery , it sounds romantic and disrespectful at the same time. It’s so romantic that they are making love in an art gallery which is located in the most beautiful garden in the whole of CrescentMoon Pack. but it’s also so disrespectful that they are busy making love in my personal space without asking for my permission first! By

She said, and I smiled, taking a step back to look at myself in the mirror. I fixed up the small broche that was in my hair, it was a scorpion one, and ensured that my jewelry was adjusted properly before taking a step back just as I heard Arturo walking inside the room. Seeing him, the stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artists walked out of the room, leaving us alone. I turned around to look at him and he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest as he held a small blue bag in his hand.

I glance at her, I know she help that recessive omega to escape that time yet I did not say anything. “Don’t be fool to compare her to that recessive omega! Allison is a good child of my friend from Miller’s pack!” “How disgusting… Child of your friend yet you accept her as your side woman after that omega left you.” I didn’t mean to say that, I don’t know why I have to add that woman to the topic like there is someone trying to make me remember her disgusting pheromones.