Novel & Cerita Raphael X Mona Lisa

Any easy prey for anyone to squash and move on to the next level? How would I get my revenge when I can't even stand up to my coworkers? A notification pops up on my phone. It's an article about my mother. Power, Mystery and Art: Yolanda Sinclair Unveils Her Boldest Exhibition Yet– Featuring Works from renowned artist Raphael Cho. There's a picture of her underneath it.

Once she opened the parcel, she was stunned. It was Claude Monet's ‘Water Lilies.’ It was worth hundreds of millions of dollars. It didn’t take a genius to figure that Noah gave this to her. As expected, a card fell to the floor. Noah’s handwriting was on it. She didn’t even bother looking at it. At the next moment, she threw the painting into the dustbin. The intern gawked at her. “That’s Claude Monet's ‘Water Lilies!’ Don’t you like it, Ms. Gwynn?”

Charlie swears her breath was taken with the piece of art that was starting to build up right in front of her. “The Mona Lisa.” She whispers. She stood up and walked right behind where Leon is. She looked at Salai who didn’t seem like he’s tired. She felt teary eyed with the masterpiece that was starting to complete right in front of her. The details of each stroke made her feel ashamed of being a writer. Of how could not even pull anything from her braincells to finally get a story going. The simple concept of artistry seemed to have escaped her. But seeing one of the greatest men in the history of art create this beautiful face of a woman, just flabbergasted her.

(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."

She gently released Leah from the hug and motioned for her to show the artwork. Leah eagerly ran to her backpack and retrieved a rolled-up piece of paper. She carefully unrolled it and held it up for Maggie to see. The painting depicted Maggie, Luke, Leah and an unknown man with a fierce look. It definitely looked like Raphael. Maggie didn’t want to dwell further as she had been escaping the conversation of their father. "Oh, Leah, it's absolutely beautiful! You're so talented," she praised, her voice filled with genuine admiration. Meanwhile, Luke had made his way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He glanced over his shoulder and greeted his mother. "Hello, Mum," he said with a sm

He pointed to the blue potato. “He says he doesn’t look like that,” I said. “He’s considering legal action against the artist.” “Who’s the artist?” “Me.” His gaze dropped to the drawing of Al again, then returned to my face. “Your skill level is inconsistent.” “I’m a wedding planner, not Michelangelo.” “He’s holding a whale shark.” “He always carries the whale shark.” Rafael looked at the picture a little longer. His thumb shifted near the blue outline of the whale shark but didn’t touch the crayon. Like he was afraid the color might rub off.