Museum Piece Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

These guys want their finest treasures close. The bedroom has a hidden room behind the large walk-in closet. Totally unoriginal. The medium sized room is a museum. The lighting and artistry of the location for each piece is absolutely exquisite. I see the chalice immediately. I walk closer and something else catches my eyes. It's a small painting that I've been after for years. It's Poppy Flowers by Van Gogh. It went missing three years ago from the Mohamed Mahmoud Khalil Palace in Egypt, a far-off country in earth's realm. Three years from the claiming and the search for it helped keep me sane. And here it is ripe for the taking. I must have it. I gather what I want and then stay to await B

he said,eyes darting to us. “ I honestly don't know what I did to you Crystal,” Drake said, frustrated. Such a Liar. I won't fall for that. I will only put up with you because I need evidence to expose you. I scoffed and moved into the museum fully taking in the shades of colored walls, frames sprawled out like a window —traditional, modern. And in the center of the room, there were sculptures on display. I brought out my sketch notebook, scrubbing out the ideas that were forming in my mind.

"David, what are you even talking about?" I blurted out, pushing my chair back just an inch. The expensive wine suddenly tasted like copper in my mouth. "Where is this coming from? I’m so confused."David didn't blink. He just sat there, watching me with that same unreadable expression."You're acting like I'm some... prize," I continued, my voice rising as the absurdity of the day finally boiled over. "I remember the company anniversary last year at the Palace Hotel. I was coming out of the restroom, the hallway was packed, and I accidentally bumped into you. My hand brushed your backside as I tried to squeeze past. You looked at me with such pure disgust, David. You looked like I had physica

He was just a competitive guy. “The game is called Muse,” Vivienne said, her scarlet silk dress rustling as she stepped closer to us. She picked up her cell phone and held it up, moving the stopwatch directly in my face. “The rules are simple, darling. You pick a total stranger from the working staff, you make them feel completely seen, and you get them to kiss you without touching them first.” She twisted her razor-thin grimace in my direction and then back to Adrian. With a big smile on his face, Julian Vaughn was already stowing a leather wallet in his well-cut jacket pocket.

I handed my pass-card to the security agent who went through it and returned it back to me before letting me through. The museum was just like any other, in fact, if it wasn’t for the fact Cassian had told me they were all undercovered agents posing as workers and spectators, I’d have been easily deceived. The first section I visited was the art gallery, and despite my nerves, I couldn’t help but admire the pieces. The first piece was a painting of mermen, highlighting every feature that made them very different from us, the second was a painting of cupids with little wings and bows in their hands, the third was of a man admiring the stars. But what caught my attention was that of a woman in

She asked. "Well, I was fully aware of the nature of the museum but I don't think I realized what exactly I was going to be surrounded by. An interactive exhibit, reminiscent of a sex club, definitely wasn't what I had in mind when thinking of the different sections that made up this place," I explained as my eyes focused on one of the marble sculptures near the French doors. Antonio Canova's Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss—a sculpture that represented love and desire conquering all.

"Not shrewd enough. Take me to the museum. I think the exhibit will have to be cut short." "I would, but there's just one problem." Dread filled me. "What?" "It's been stolen."

Under their amused stares, I dialed a number I hated to bother at a time like this. When the line went through, my voice came out oddly calm—calm enough to surprise even me. "Mr. Henson? This is Henry at the Smithsonian's 'American Heritage Treasures' special exhibit setup in Zoriorford. A Class-One artifact, the Victorian-era porcelain musician figurine, has been deliberately destroyed."

That could put her children in danger. “About the project,” Ezra said, breaking the silence, “I found out they’re building a museum, right in the center of New York City.” John looked up sharply, disbelief flickering across his face. “A museum?” he repeated, as he exclaimed. Of all things, a museum. That’s what they chose to build. John thought as he didn't know why it doesn't make sense even though it does. "I don't think this is just a normal museum," “For a while now, Silvermoon Pack’s art pieces have been going missing,” Evelyn began. “And Diane... she chose to frame me for it. All because a Nightshade Pack ring was found in the thief’s hand. And the only person who owns one of those rin

I couldn't help laughing. "Miss Hayes, there are only three such pieces of porcelain left in the entire world. One is at the Met Museum, another at the National Museum, and the last one…" I pointed at the shattered fragments on the ground. "…is right there. Where exactly do you plan to find a replacement?" "Stop bragging!" Yuri suddenly jumped forward. "The Hayes' antique business has treasures of every kind. And you expect us to believe yours is the most precious? You're just trying to extort us!"