Raphael X Mona Lisa 소설 & 이야기

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

I explained to Jake as we walked around the museum taking notes of the arts and paintings. "This is my favourite art piece." He said drawing my attention from the Classical Sculpture to the Mona Lisa painting he was staring at. "Oh the Mona Lisa. It was painted by Leonardo Da Vinci." "Leonardo Da Vinci." We both said at the same time making me gaoe at him. "How do you know that? That's the first name you have gotten right since we got here." I chuckled. "Like I said, it has always been my favourite painting." He grinned as we then moved away and then checking other art pieces.

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.

Meanwhile, Raphael was starting to get along with Monalisa. As the days passed, it was harder to see her as his brother’s wife, he was starting to see her as his own wife. Everything was driving him crazy. But on the bright side, through Dante’s help, he was adapting to his role as the CEO. Monalisa had also gone back to dancing. *********** *RAPHAEL* The following day, I resumed work again, I was busy all morning trying to catch up on things.

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.”

He could not fathom how Madeline had managed to pull off such a feat under the wire. 'No way,' he thought. However, Sadie was not ready to throw in the towel. She scanned the room and, sure enough, there was Trevon with a smirk that clearly said he was thrilled for Madeline. That was not the face he made when she found cool stuff before. It was so annoying! Just then, a wave of gasps rolled out from the workroom. With a determined bite of her lip, Sadie followed the crowd inside. There they were, two paintings hanging side by side on the studio wall—Raphael's The School of Athens. One was obviously a rough copy they had seen earlier, but the other was stunning.

God I wish Sam was here, I was so shy and Alone. I took a deep breathe in and released it. I walked over to the place and stood behind them to hear what they have to say about the art work. "Honestly you would almost think it's the real typical Mona Lisa painting", someone said. "Quite beautiful don't you think?", another person said. "Yes yes the artist is quite a charm, Lexy Emiliano is the name I presume", another said. "The feminist? I think I've heard her name a few couple of times, her works are quite stunning I must say".

The more certain he felt, the more excited he became! In the end, Xavier could verify that it was definitely real. This was indeed a painting by Pablo Picasso! A highly rare work of Pablo Picasso! Xavier instantly removed his long-sighted glasses earnestly as he looked at Xyla excitedly. “How much are you going to sell it for?” he asked. “How much are you prepared to buy it for?” Xyla asked. Xavier instantly put up five of his fingers. “Five billion, deal?” Xyla shook her head…

Author's POV Raphael was still on his way driving back to Xavier’s home after he returned the costumes back to the pawn shop. He called Xandros to explain the new situation at hand Xandros was in the house, sitting around and drinking a can of beer when his phone rang “Hey man! Is it done? I hope Xyla is safe and okay?" "Not quite! I messed up boss, I'm really sorry…” Raphael said as he was breathing heavily on the phone "I think she might catch up to me or even him…" Raphael continues

From speedy painting a renaissance painting she obviously modified as the mona lisa that was supposed to be drawn there was replaced with a painting of rotten banana that was jailed by an art of tape, to using her laptop to write some complicated tableu, to cleaning up the mess obviously left behind by her brothers, and then finally, to sitting down and reading her books that she placed a ban that it was forbidden for them to touch. "..." What a good daughter she had. Amorfia lamented so much for having a daughter like this, not knowing that some dangers about to disrupt her peaceful life, is coming towards her in speedy pace.