Raph X Mona Lisa Novels & Stories

I sat down on the couch, looked up, and found Raphael sitting across from me. Essel and Valeria were upstairs, and Krish was reading a book. It was just me and him in the living room. I felt inexplicably awkward. I glanced at him slightly, thought about it, and stood up. I looked around the room and suddenly saw a painting. I smiled and said, "Mr. Lancaster, I can't believe you have this painting." Raphael nodded his head, slightly surprised. I walked over, looked up, and admired the Claude Monet painting on the wall.

“I know what I’m saying. Look for anything out of place, any hidden thing in an odd position, any portrait on a wall or something.” “Come on,” Rhea sighed. “We are not in the 19th century for God’s sake. My father won’t hide anything behind a portrait. And he doesn’t even like portraits. He says they remind him of the many people he has killed…all the faces look alike or whatever shit he used to say to me then.” As she was still talking, Xavier found a MonaLisa portrait on the far end wall. It looked pretty much like the original and if not that Xavier had actually seen the real picture in a museum in France when he was much younger, he would have said it was the picture.

“First it is not sucking face kissing. Second, I'm bored. That's why I'm watching a bunch of rubbish on the television.” “You know normal people sleep by now,” I started staring at the watch on my phone, clearly at 1:00 am. “I’m not sleepy, at all,” Rachel sighed. “Then what do you want to do except watch random people sucking faces,” She laughed again hearing my words. “It's kissing, not sucking face. And if you hate it so much then I’ll turn it off…….`` Rachel said, with a mischievous smile on her face. “But it's one condition.”

Monalisa said, peering into Clara's eyes. Doctor Clara's lips parted slightly as Monalisa’s request came as a surprise to her. She knew that something like that can be done but it never occurred to her before. She unconsciously turned her gaze away from Monalisa and thought if a drug like that could kill a Vampire like Hamilton.

“Looks like Eun-Ji is saying something Dhar doesn’t want to hear. Albrecht’s sweating like a pig at the market.” “Good,” Harris said. “Sweat means they’re thinking about consequences.” “Or about spin,” Rhea said. “Sometimes the same thing,” Harris replied. “We stay ready either way.” She hung up and slipped the phone back into her pocket. On the rug, Luna hummed to herself, little tuneless noises. She’d drawn three figures again: one tall, one small, one with exaggerated ears. Rhea exhaled slowly. “Hey, bug,” she said. “How’s the masterpiece coming?”

Jaden glared at Mona Lisa feeling a little bit angry and disappointed that she refused to give him to his request. Mona Lisa focused on the movie ignoring Jayden's request. Jayden reached out Mona Lisa’s hand and grasped her hand trying to squeeze her hand while Mona Lisa tried to break off from his grip, both holding an intense eye contact.

Nevertheless, she should try to take a view from the bright side of the world, it would help change her personality and way of thinking. There was also a huge frame of Xavier and I, the events that happened on the day flooded in my head also. Ah ah! Here it was, Xavier's own. The biggest frame in the sitting room was one of the most famous paintings by Claude Monet: The impression Sunrise! “Xavier,” I turned to him fully with a concerned look on my face. “Yeah?” “Why did you like almost everything about the sun?” I questioned. His lips curled into a smile and he shrugged. “It's everything I love about the sun.”

His eyes moved to her parted lips. “You noticed.” Rara licked her lips unconsciously and swallowed hard. “I do. All of your paintings have the same faceless woman. Why?” She asked intrigued. Ralph stiffened for a second. “Cause desire has no face.” His voice was an octave deeper. His eyes lingered down to her chest. “It’s there but not there. You can feel it, but it’s blinding to the eyes.” Rara was oblivious to his eyes as he stepped closer, too close to breathe in her sweet scent. “I think I found my muse.”

Lilith noticed her immediately, her eyes moving slowly over Mona. “This must be the girl I’ve been hearing about.” Raphael smirked. “Yes,” he said lazily. “The mysterious ghost who appeared in our quiet household because someone decided to keep a pet.” Lilith’s eyes gazed down at Mona, making her almost uncomfortable. Mona had seen beautiful ladies before, but this woman looked impossible. Her caramel skin glowed under the light; she had green eyes that were veiled with long, thick lashes. Mona didn’t know if they were natural.