Selena Artwork Novels & Stories

she replied walking close to where Selena's body creams was. "Nah, leave that to me I will do it. You also need to rest and dress up for the feast." Selena got up from the chair walking to her closet, she brought out a blue beautiful armless gown along with its jacket, she also picked some ornaments which will fit the dress along with a blue sandal. "Your Highness, it's beautiful but don't you think you should dress more elegantly," Selena looked up and was confused. "Well I wanted to give it to you since you don't like it I will choose ano…."

She left Selena's crayons on the table too. Somehow, seeing their things still around made the three days without them feel less like they were gone and more like they were simply away for a while. Selena had brought home a drawing she'd made at Lorenzo's. It showed four people standing outside a house, with two of them holding hands. Bella had stared at it for a few seconds before putting it on the fridge. She didn't try to figure out what Selena meant by it. She didn't ask her about it either. It was just a drawing, and Bella wanted to leave it that way.

"Connection. The past and future aren't separate. They flow together." Ejike looked at her with something like surprise. "Exactly." "Ejike, darling." Selena appeared beside them like she'd materialized from smoke. She wore white, of course, standing out like an angel. Or a ghost. "I didn't expect to see you here. Art isn't usually your scene." "I'm broadening my horizons," Ejike said coolly. "Selena, you remember my wife." "How could I forget?" Selena's smile was sharp. "Juliet, that dress is lovely. Where did you get it? I'd love to know which boutiques you shop at now."

Selena stepped into the room with the smugness of someone who believed fate was finally giving her a weapon. And it had. She stared at Tyla with undisguised triumph. “I told you she was dangerous,” Selena said to Arthur. “I told you she had no place beside a king. And now look.” She gestured mockingly at Tyla’s fading markings. “She looks like a cursed prophecy come to life.” Arthur’s snarl shook the air. “Guards!” he barked. “Remove her.” Two guards stepped forward, but Selena only smiled sweetly.

The lights were off, and the sun had already set beneath the rain clouds. I pushed open the smaller door on the left side of the study, then walked in, closing it behind me. I turned the lights on, and leaned back on the door. Five years worth of pictures and paintings graced the walls. Pictures of my very own Selena. Her laughing, her at the gym. Her smiling up at me right after she took that knife to the face that had given her that scar. I gave a small laugh. I am crazy. I know I am. But I am fine with being crazy. As long as it is her. My jaws clenched tight as my eyes fell on the most recent one. She had been smiling, her hair floating across her face.

Selena's attempts to undermine our connection only fueled my determination to protect him. Selena's fingers continued their dance, skillfully unbuttoning his shirt one by one. Her touch was seductive, calculated to create a false sense of intimacy. "I'm here for you, Rowland," she murmured, her voice a velvet whisper. "I want to take care of you, to mend your wounds. Let me be the one who understands you."

a voice called softly from behind me. I turned to see Selena standing in the doorway, her expression hesitant. She looked better than she had weeks ago, the shadows under her eyes fading and her movements less stiff. Still, there was a fragility to her that hadn’t been there before Veyron’s influence. “Selena,” I said, motioning for her to join me. “What’s on your mind?” She stepped onto the balcony, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. “I’ve been analyzing the symbols from the wolf’s body,” she began. “They’re older than anything I’ve studied before, and their magic… it doesn’t align with the Moon Goddess’s energy.”

As soon as the two of them entered the hall, Selena found out what kind of art exhibition this was — erotic art! There were oil paintings and sketches of naked bodies on the wall, all of which had their own characteristics. The men and women intertwined on the canvas had a kind of beauty that made Selena blush. Further inside was a sculpture of two naked people, one black and one white. The statues hugged each other in a particularly intimate posture. Selena’s face froze and turned as red as a boiled crab. She immediately felt flustered. Selena glanced around and so more of such sculptures around her. They were made of various materials and were of various positions and sizes.

Helena lowered her voice and said: "Besides, María, you are not even thirty years old yet, take good care of yourself and wait until you have another child…" The two women in the east room were whispering, but Selena was already fast asleep sweetly. Her strawberry-red lips were slightly parted, revealing two neat rows of small teeth. Each one has an exquisite shape, not only snow-white but also very moist, just like the finely carved mutton fat white jade, it is really attractive with red lips and white teeth. Leo took out the two scented soaps that Selena gave him at night, Sara ran happily and upon receiving them she said happily: "Mom, I have scented soaps too."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******