Negan Artwork Novels & Stories

There was also a field painted in the artwork, and a singular metal cage was on that field. Kaden had painted a barefoot, desolate-looking young boy inside the metal cage covered in wounds and blood. The young boy was also painted as having a heavy-looking metal chain on his neck as he sat in a pool of his own blood, which had saturated the soil underneath him, making it look black. Just one look at the artwork was enough to knock the breath out of its viewers. As such, it was no surprise that Taylor and Nina reacted in the way they did. Hannah's expression, on the other hand, remained unchanged. She looked as if she were looking at a regular piece of art, and only after studying did she say

Nina continued to joke. "Excuse me," Nate said. He still hugging her while she cuts more vegetable. They look like a real married couple. "Oh, speaking of. The club's president couldn't believe that you'll be giving him your artwork for free. He called to confirm if that's true and if you haven't changed your mind," Nina said. Nate closed his eyes. "Yes. I will send it to his office as soon as we finish the activities this Friday," he answered.

"Are you trying to provoke me?" "Right now?" I asked and showed me my fist. "You are trying to provoke my fist." Nate laughed and guided me along the never ending hallway. Rows and rows of painted pictures lined the walls. Empty armor decoration stood as if they were guarding something. I saw a lot of paintings of Adam. Adam with his mother, Adam with his parents, Adam with Nate, and Adam with both of his parents. I rarely see paintings of Nate, or, Nate doesn't have a solo painting of himself unless he is with his big brother. And when he is, he doesn't seem happy at all. Just a small smile with a dead look in his eyes. I was so preoccupied with looking for a painting of Nate. At least one

"Or do they prefer caviar and critiques?" He snorted, squeezing my fingers. "Ramen, probably. Hides the desperation." His tone was joking, but his thumb stroked the back of my hand—a small anchor. "We'll wow them anyway. Your portfolio's gold. That falling series? It's got teeth." I glanced at him, the streetlight gilding his profile—sharp jaw, the faint scar above his eyebrow from a bar fight he wouldn't talk about. "Teeth, huh? Careful, or they'll bite back." Truth was, those sketches terrified me: figures plummeting through fractured skies, limbs splayed in mid-air, faces twisted not in fear but ecstasy. Dreams I'd had since childhood, the kind that woke me sweating and reaching for charc

“You damned bastard, what do you think of yourself? Look at yourself. Who would want to marry you? You are just a…robot, who only talk and do what is in your program, you have nothing like a man who all girl wants, Even if you were the only man in the world, I would still not choose you, you bloody dog face!!!" Angry and red-faced she was still not done. "And now I'm done with you. I was simply joking to your dad cause you always do what you want, you never care what others want, you selfish bastard; you are always arrogant and rude; you need a lesson. But you always make me feel low and belittle and judge about my character. I QUIT”

But for Lilia, none of that mattered. Her eyes were fixed on the painting—the last item of the night. "Horizon’s Lament," a masterpiece by Elian Devereux, the last work from the renowned artist before his untimely death. She had spent months studying it—memorizing every brushstroke, tracing the artist's intentions in catalog prints, and immersing herself in its history. This was more than just a painting. It was her last connection to something pure, something untouchable. And tonight, she was determined to win it.

He left and I let my head fall back against the wall, closed my eyes and tried to ignore the burning in my wrists. That was either brilliant or the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, Nyx said in my head, stronger than she’d been in hours. “Probably both,” I muttered. “But I’m out of options and if he wants to play pretend I can use that.” He’s unstable, Nyx warned. I can smell it on him even from here. One wrong move and he’ll snap. “Then I better not make any wrong moves,” I said, and felt her grim agreement ripple through our connection.

As Zoey's words fell, Ariana's face suddenly changed. Nelson sneered, "Stop playing games there, it's just a bunch of rubbish sketches. Even if you draw a hundred thousand pieces, it won't be as good as one of Ariana's!" Zoey nodded, "I hope you will think the same in the future too!" Nelson responded confidently, "Naturally."

She followed the trail to the man's office with a smile on her face, she was very happy being with him and her son. After a short walk, she came to a halt outside the door. Her features became instantly bewildered and her brows flew up to her forehead. Her eyes widened in fear as she listened to her husband's conversation. "So when do we do this, brother?" Leonardo asked his p; der brother, "Now. I am going to decapitate his limbs, feed him medicine and break each one of his bones." Ares said cooly, "I want to come with you." Leonardo added, "Okay, let's go."

We’re to meet in two days, on an asteroid belt in the Q Sector. So I get to work, finishing up my newest design. It’s quite simple, really. I create a stand in the middle of the Command Deck. But instead of being made of metal or titanium, it’s made of solid Neron. Valen pulled enough of it from the earth outside to create a three-foot tall stand with two handles to grip at the top. The base of it goes to those tubes that flow through the ship, connecting to the Core affixed to the top of this beast.