Raphael X Mona Lisa Novels & Stories

Raphael picked up his gloves and unhurriedly wore them over his cute hands while Celine silk sat down on his lap even though she was shy as hell. “It's so beautiful…I almost didn't think you could paint such a masterpiece..” Celine stared at the Beautiful painting of the blue orchid also known as the ghost flower… His paintings were so realistic and explainable.. “One of the talents I picked up over the years..” Raphael Smirked proudly and began painting with just one hand and Celine felt like she was distracting so she quickly got off him and luckily he didn't try to stop her as his attention was suddenly on the canvas in front of him..

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,” Adrien said dreamily. I didn't expect him to be an art person, but it was nice too. He didn't have to be a businessman who only cared about business. There had to be hobbies as well.

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.

This kiss carried weight, a vow unspoken. When they broke apart, Allistair grinned happily. “So do you want to see it now?” “Yes baby, where is it?” Samael exclaimed, clearly excited. Allistair stood up and waved his hand and the square designed fountain parted and revealed all his paintings that he recently made and on the centeris the exact replica of the painting he burned. The one called “Aeternum”. The painting made by the greatest painter of all time, his favorite painter Vianna Resilda Del Fierro, Samael’s mother.

“Then we don’t hang pictures. We create a journey.” For the first time, Falvio’s austere posture softened. He nodded. “That’s why I called you" said Raphal. Alejandro threw himself into the project with a zeal that startled even Lucy, his longtime girlfriend. She would find him sprawled across their tiny Montmartre apartment, surrounded by contact sheets, muttering about sequence and contrast as if composing symphonies. “Don’t forget to eat,” she would tease, setting down a plate of bread and cheese. Her dark curls fell across her face as she bent to kiss him. “If Raffaele 's forests starved you, your ghost would haunt his gallery.”

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

is perfect. Miss Layla, accommodate us. With a smile, she introduced it to us, "This artwork is entitled: Eros and Agape. Made by our one and only Greek woman, Miss Agape Clive." My eyes slowly turn wide as the others gasp in amusement. Aga... pe? "Oooh, Greek! Where is she? How much for this!?" And the noisy queries start. I remained staring at the painting. Am I hallucinating or assuming, but I think the man looks like... me?

But she was more afraid of finding out what the painting was about. " Angela, what are you waiting for?" "Could you please give me a hint?" "All right," Leonardo said, smiling. "This is my most recent painting. The most difficult and unique painting I created. And I'd like you to see it before my mother. " Angela crossed the floor slowly from the door and came to a halt in front of the medium-sized covered canvas on the easel. Her hands were trembling from her racing heart. She then removed the cloth from the canvas and took a few moments to focus on the painting.

Behind it, he knew, in the confines of her own private cell, hung the most celebrated painting in the world. The Mona Lisa's status as the most famous piece of art in the world, Jim knew, had nothing to do with her enigmatic smile. Nor was it due to the mysterious interpretation attributed to her by many art historians and conspiracy buffs. Quite simply, the Mona Lisa was famous because Leonardo da Vinci claimed she was his finest accomplishment. He carried the painting with him whenever he traveled and, if asked why, would reply that he found it hard to part with his most sublime expression of female beauty.

"A doctor and a lawyer,I see. That's, interesting." Yep,one more thing. Mona has a PhD in doctorate, as for me,I'm an artist. Something my parents didn't agree to. So I've kept all my paintings hidden in my room. I tuck my lips in and snatch another flute from a passing waiter's tray. "Lisa," mama whispers close to my ear. "You need to stop drinking too much,stop before you end up embarrassing us all." A group of rich looking people enter the room. "Ah,there they are. I would like to introduce Mona to my brothers and sister, if that's okay with you of course."