Raphael X Mona Lisa Novels & Stories

*********** *RAPHAEL* The following day, I resumed work again, I was busy all morning trying to catch up on things. By noon, I leaned against my chair trying to relax a bit, I was exhausted. I brought out my cellphone and slid into the gallery. I smiled seeing the pictures I had taken of Mona. Of course she didn’t know I had taken them though. She didn’t want us to take pictures together and she didn’t want to take pictures of herself too so I had taken them secretly when she was walking around, or amazed by one thing or the other. She had been hostile to my employees this morning again, I hope she isn’t treating them too badly as I’m away.

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.”

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.

He wasn't much of an art person but the work that was put up here mesmerized him. The replica of the Mona Lisa and the pictures that represented the French renaissance. Ethan strolled across the room as his eyes fell on the mini statues on the table side, alongside his car keys. They looked like ancient idols and goddesses. The sudden ring of his phone snapped him out of his fascination. "Good morning Sir, I am terribly sorry to disturb you this morning. But I have good news, the stocks are high after your apology video was posted on the internet." Kelvin spoke getting straight to the point.

A beautiful, older woman, Monica had bronzed skin and long, straight black hair tinged with white every now and again, almond-shaped eyes colored a stormy gray, and a quiet disposition that spoke of age and wisdom. Raphael led her down the hall, and when he opened the door to Serena’s bedroom, she entered, going immediately to her. Raphael made to leave but Monica stopped him. “You may stay. In fact maybe you should. Already I sense a deep connection here between you two and I may not be able to do this alone.” “I don’t know what I’ll be able to do.” He looked at her, filled with shame. “I’m a healer, Monica, but I’m broken.”

“Whoever wrote this is definitely paid personally.” This would sound weird, but it made me relaxed a little bit that someone else than me was mad. So I was not overreacting, was I? Our new product consisted of an eye palette with an art theme. I sampled some colors from famous paintings such as Da Vinci’s Monalisa, Klimt’s The Kiss, Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam, and Rembrandt’s The Night Watch. I was excited with that product, because I was contributing not just as the boss, but also as an artist. It was nice to include something that you love to your work.

But we never finished it. “Why not?” Emma asked. Rapheal sighed, his gaze distant. “Her death… It broke me. I couldn’t bring myself to complete it without her.” Emma’s throat tightened. “Do you still have the paintings?” He nodded, rising from his chair. “Wait here.” Minutes later, he returned with several canvases covered in protective cloth. One by one, he unveiled them, revealing breathtaking works of art that captured the essence of her mother’s vision. Emma felt tears prick her eyes as she took them in, the beauty and emotion in each piece overwhelming.