Priceless Artinya Novels & Stories

It was staring at me like it was alive. “That thing is creepy,” I said. “It’s marvelous. I love arts the most, especially if it’s a representation of me.” He walked towards the painting and adored it like it’s a holy object. “Don’t you know how much it costs? It’s fifty thousand dollars.” No way. I can sell it in times of crisis. “Really? So cheap. I thought it would be one hundred thousand dollars.” “I spend little on material things. It’s only for decoration.”

I wished she would hurry up with the questions instead of fluttering her lashes at me. “Your painting, Limerence,” she started. Finally. Her tone remained professional despite the way her eyes raked over my dark suit, the top of my shirt where I had unbuttoned top two buttons. She licked her lips before continuing, “It has been auctioned for two-hundred million dollars. More than Pablo Picasso’s Women of Algiers Version O. That is certainly an enormous deal in the art industry and for your country as well. Do you think the fame of the painting has any relation with you being the Prince and the brother of Sultan of Azmia?”

“Markup? I’m hurt. My art is priceless.” “Your ego is priceless,” Cavern corrected. “Your paintings, however, have very clear price tags. And they’re suspiciously high.” Dante grinned. “That’s because they’re worth it. And you can afford it. Both of you can. So really, I’m doing you a favor by giving you the chance to own something exceptional.” Cavern shook his head, but there was a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You know, most people would be grateful that their friends even showed up to support them. You see us and immediately start calculating how much money you can squeeze out of us.”

Dan barang selanjutnya adalah artefak tingkat roh, Xiao Chen bahkan tidak melihat itu semua dan hanya duduk sambil menunggu barang yang mungkin membuatnya tertarik. “Barang kesepuluh, ini adalah artefak tingkat roh kelas tinggi. Artefak yang sempurna untuk wanita, harga mulai dari seribu koin emas setiap kenaikan tidak kurang dari seratus!” Ucap pembawa acara lelang itu dengan sangat antusias memperkenalkan barang ke sepuluh tersebut. “Seribu lima ratus!” “Dua riba!” Banyak wanita yang memperebutkan benda itu, Xiao Chen yang melihat anting indah tersebut merasa tertarik. Ia berdiri dan menawarkan harga yang benar-benar membuat banyak wanita kagum.

“Stop, Grace Stone! That’s enough!” Infuriated, John Miller’s face turned livid. He pushed my drawing board to the floor. “Didn’t I tell you I hate the idea of you drawing? You don’t have an ounce of talent for it at all. Nobody will appreciate your drawings!” John tried to grab my arm, but I managed to avoid it. “After precise valuation and professional consultation, my artwork commands a minimum price of 140 thousand dollars—and this particular piece is worth upwards of 180 thousand dollars.”

Nobody had the luxury of caring about art anymore. His prices were absurdly low. A painting only cost an ounce or two of rice, yet nobody even stopped to look. Nicole glanced over the pieces and was about to leave when the stall owner called out to her. "Miss, you seem like someone who appreciates art. Not interested in taking a few home?" "You're talented," Nicole admitted, "but these don't have much practical value." The man forced out a strained smile, his expression complicated. "I've got something special. Would you like to see it?"

Never seen her since then. Jordan sat by me, so focused on all the art being sold. I noticed his serious face softening as the host announced the next piece of art. “The next piece is our most priceless piece tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you The Tears of the Eternal. Its unrivaled beauty has drawn the attention of collectors worldwide,” the host announced as gigantic men brought in the prettiest jewelry I had ever seen. Gasps rippled through the audience, followed by excitement. “$50 million,” the first bidder announced. All eyes turned toward him.

“Yes?” “Check if the painting really costs thousands of dollars…” I continued. I sighed. I almost got caught with her own tongue. I lied to be asleep while the intruders were invading Vergara's territory and we used the emergency exit so how could I tell that the paintings were destroyed? They might find it suspicious. Sheldon chuckled. “I’m afraid that all of those paintings are priceless, my lady. Though if you sell it to the nobility, it would cost millions.” “I thought you said priceless. Did I hear it wrong?”

"Hmph! Are you sacrificing yourself for art? It's obvious you're just eyeing the market value of this masterpiece. Hades's authentic pieces are highly sought after internationally. It's rumored to have been bid up to five hundred million dollars per word!" The collectors suddenly became fierce. They placed bids one after another, determined not to stop until they reached their goal. In just a few minutes, the bid for this world's number one masterpiece was already at a hundred and forty million, and it was still rising sharply. Jasmine watched in astonishment. "Hades' calligraphy is worth so much! What a pity… If I had that much money on me, I'd definitely buy it at any cost!" In this world,

Nate says, grabbing my hand and squeezing it lightly. "This piece is one of a kind by a new and upcoming artist, sponsored by the Spencer's art project. It's titled, 'Sorrow,' and it's worth three million dollars." the announcer says, making my eyes widen in shock. I can't believe the price they had set for my art piece. I never thought it would be priced so high. I look at Sophie in shock, who smiles and winks.