Novel & Cerita Raphael X Mona Lisa

She made her way over to the steps, turned on the tablet, and began drawing. On the tablet were drawings drawn by Jepherson when he was bored. There was also a drawing of a garden overlooking the ocean. It was beautiful. Raeleigh was staring at it in a daze when she heard the sounds of footsteps. She turned around and saw Xandra walking towards her. Raeleigh was surprised for a moment when she saw Xandra. She did not say anything and just stared at her. Xandra approached Raeleigh and smiled. "Are you Raeleigh Anson?"

She placed her hand in his, and they walked out of the room into the lobby of the hotel. Louis was already waiting to take them out into town. They got into the car and Aslan told him to drive them to the Louvre museum. Once they arrived, Aslan got the tickets and they spent a good deal of time studying the artwork. They stopped at the famous “Mona Lisa” painting by Leonardo da Vinci, the sculpture of the Greek goddess Nike which was called the “Winged Victory of Samothrace”, Venus de Milo, the statue of “Discobolus” by Myron and Lincoln and his sons, and other amazing artworks that Najmah had never seen in her life. As both appreciators and lovers of art, the two had a wonderful time at the

I could recognize her work like the back of my hand. He flipped through a few pages and handed me a couple of pictures of the paintings. My heart skipped a beat. "It's definitely her." This work could not be of anyone else but Alyanna. "I looked Raon up," Cam stated, looking into his phone. "The identity of Raon is unknown but she is one of the most famous artists of Soare Luna Kingdom. The Royal Family has been to a few of her expositions." That would make sense since she is somehow a princess now. Her first painting is said to be her most acclaimed piece and it is apparently not for sale despite several offers," he said and passed me his phone. "You should take a look."

⸻ **LATER THAT EVENING – XIMENA’S OFFICE** The skyline beyond her glass office shimmered in hues of rose gold and deep charcoal. Ximena stood by the window, her reflection layered over the city, phone pressed to her ear. Rafael’s voice crackled through the line. “You really want to show those original sketches on stage?” “Yes.” “And model them against VantaCore’s silhouettes?” “No need. My work doesn’t need his to stand beside it.” He paused. “Do you want this to be public revenge?” She exhaled. “No,” she said. “I want it to be a visual truth.”

Most of the time, Raphael knows what I am feeling before even I can work it out, but then he has the advantage of seeing things from the outside, so usually, he sees and understands both sides of anything before I do. After I had sent Raphael and Brett to find Yasmine, I entered the history room. I was amazed at all the paintings of the royal families and some of the most important times in our past. I didn't know it then, but I do now. Why I was drawn to two specific paintings, the first was of King Darius and his Queen Mira along with their forbidden daughter. She is only a baby, but her eyes seem very familiar.

of the princess Roxana, six months after the death of Alexander. One of his most famous concubines was the Thessalian Campaspe, of apparently great beauty, which at Alexander's request was portrayed by Apelles (his favorite painter) and served as a model for the painting of Venus rising from the sea, among other works. Alejandro felt sympathy and respect for this painter and even submitted to his demands. I’ve completed the circle. There is a lot to read but I don't feel like it right now. I stand up and put my cell phone on the nightstand, going to the bathroom I undress and get under the hot shower.

Of course the image of the lady is all around the walls of the room but the one that Raphael painted looked much more beautiful than the real picture. As someone who knew a little about arts, she knew for a painting to be a masterpiece, it must be drawn out of affection. Rachel stopped looking at the painting and left the room. Rachel might not be too smart but she is very sensitive to all kinds of smells in this world, she loved to learn about plants and tried making a few potions on her own. She sprayed one of her potions throughout Raphael's room, the essence of the potion is to clear someone's head, help in calming down and rest.

a voice said inside Hamilton’s head, taking note of how Monalisa peered at the man’s neck. Monalisa finally gave up as she could not take the urge to drink blood anymore, she launched her mouth on the man’s neck and immediately started drinking his blood. “Good girl,” Hamilton said, as he watched her drink so fiercely. Excited to see how his first creation would turn out and feeling good too that it was Monalisa and not Felicia. Monalisa continued to drink as she felt the sweetness of the man’s blood in her mouth loosing all consciousness that she was drinking a living beings blood.

As a businessman, Raphael had learnt to judge people's characters throughout his lives, some people were liars, some were cheaters, others were genuine and kind souls, some people were difficult to read, some were as transparent as water, and Clara, she was a blinding light, warm and pure, she was such a rare soul. "Look, it's Venus de Milo, named after the Roman version of the Greek goddess Aphrodite, it was found in Milo Island, and although she is armless, she is still one of the most valuable piece of art in history." She explained to him with an innocent smile as she went forth between him and the picture. What she did not notice was the fact that his gaze had never left her. He was sil

“I bought it on sale. This is my wake-up partner.” “Oh!” She grinned, standing again. “I thought it’s another classic and priceless piece in this place.” This time, Marga’s attention was on the art on the wall. She blinked curiously at the Monalisa painting, squinting again as she studied it. I rolled my eyes. “Marga, if you think that’s the real one, I’m telling you now that the original painting is still in the Louvre Museum.” I shrugged, suddenly unsure. “Maybe. But that one’s Theo’s painting.”