Raphael X Mona Lisa Novels & Stories

A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. The cost was irrelevant. A few million was a pittance. The real prize was control over the Elysian Charter, and through it, a fatal, final blow to Damian's reign. The next evening, the air in the private, climate-controlled vault was cold and still as a tomb. Katya stood beside Luc de la Fontaine. Before them, on a simple, velvet-draped easel, was the Monet. The brushstrokes were thick and vibrant, the colors a swirl of genius that seemed to hum with a life of their own.

He asked Lara as he walked down the podium with her. Lara smiled. “I am truly impressed; it is definitely a work of ingenuity, and the creator has won my heart.” Raphaël praised generously as he saw Lara’s hesitation. He didn’t have any other intention. He truly admired the work. “Please accept my most sincere apologies…. But I am bound by secrecy. The one condition for owning this piece of art that has won even your appreciation is I am forbidden to tell anyone of the identity of its creator.” Lara’s face had a troubled expression.

she inquired, her voice laced with politeness, as she assessed Mona Lisa from head to toe. Mona Lisa looked striking in her outfit. She wore a vibrant red pantsuit that was tailored to perfection, exuding both elegance and confidence. Her blonde hair was styled in a full ponytail, adding a touch of sophistication to her appearance. Her makeup was tasteful, with a mild application that accentuated her features. A bold red lipstick provided a stunning contrast to the rest of her ensemble.

- OK, I see. After that, he headed to Mia's room with the wheelchair. Mia didn't close her bedroom door. She had drawn a lot of drafts, so she felt tired. She lay down on the bed to rest. Unconsciously, she fell asleep. Raphaël calmed his movements slightly by operating the wheelchair. When he approached the bed, he saw that Mia was napping. Reaching out, he took a draft from the tray table. The lines on the paper were delicate and fluid. He could see that it was only a sketch, but its conception and drawing allowed him to understand at a glance what she wanted to express.

I complimented, staring at it with a smile. “Ah. Mona Lisa by Leonardo Da Vinci. This is a portrait of Lisa Gherardini, the wife of a wealthy merchant. It's an enigmatic painting which is widely considered the most famous artwork in the world. Just take a look at the subtle, knowing smile and intricate details. It's really fascinating sometimes.” Xaden said dreamily. I didn't expect him to be an art person, but it was nice too. He didn't have to be a business man who only cared about business. There had to be hobbies as well.

It’s still like yesterday when I caught my 3rd brother, Xavier, at his studio, where he spent time with his other hobbies, which are mostly crafts. I saw him carving two werewolves side-by-side in a meadow with the moon up in the sky on a circular wood. When I asked him who it was for, he said it’s for Hillary, his fated mate. They just started dating then. Later on, he coated the surroundings and the bottom of it with ceramic, while the top of it was coated with epoxy resin in a spear shape. My eyes widened. “Rafael, it’s the token of love of your parents,” I added softly, my hands on Deacon’s shoulder.

It was like walking next to a live Siri. "Okay what about this one?" She asks. Jackson glanced at the Mona Lisa and laughed. "Really Azie? The Mona Lisa? You've got to give me something harder than that." "Jackson, we literally went to every art piece in this place and you were able to list them off from the top of the dome and tell their exact background." She calls out. Jackson chuckled wholeheartedly and hummed. "Well we all know Leonardo Da Vinci painted it, however I don't want to cover it. It's too easy."

Raphael Fernandez was nice enough to allow all of us to live together at the maid’s quarters. “The first day I saw you I wondered why you were so withdrawn.” I smiled to myself at the memory. Lady Stephanie Fernandez had insisted that my we be around all day to serve while the artist drew the family’s potriat that was to be hung at the main living room. Other family would normally have their family pictures taken by a photographer but Lady Stephanie had insisted on them being drawn by an artist, she was obsessed with being Divinci’s Monalisa and at that time Sir Raphael Fernandez was obsessed with making his wife happy, those were the times when he truly loved his wife and she loved him too,

I flinch out of my thoughts as Marinella gasps. We have reached a room with an enormous and round bed and a huge painting hanging over its headboard. Marinella, who I discovered has a degree in art history, bolts forward to inspect it, and even I, with my limited knowledge of art, know that it‘s an ass-expensive painting. “It’s a Monet! Is this real?” She asks, turning around to face us agape. Domenico snickers, tapping my hand again, and I wish we’d stand in a kitchen, so I could finally chop it off.

"Congratulations on your marriage." "Thank you, Mrs. Ashworth." She turned to "Marcus." Her smile was warm. "And Marcus, dear. I heard the Laurent collection includes a Monet. Is it true?" "Marcus" looked up. His whole face changed. Lit up. That was the only way to describe it. Like someone had turned on a light inside him. "Yes," he said. "Water Lilies. From 1906. The brushwork is incredible. The way he captures light on water..." He stopped. Blinked. The light went out. "I mean. Yeah. It's fine. Worth a lot. That's what matters."