Selena Artwork Novels & Stories

“You have my word on this. I will stop following them since you believe you can keep your family safe from these creatures.” Selena stood in front of the bathtub, which was full of milk and roses. A smile spread across her lips as she felt Titus’s hand wrap around her. He kissed her neck, then paused before zipping down her gown. He noticed her beautiful body as the gown fell to the ground. He was tempted, but he tried to concentrate. Selena O’Brien will be crowned Luna in front of the entire pack in just a few hours. He could make love with her again after the coronation.

Violet’s excited voice filled the air as she removed the blindfold. The brightness of the light made Selena squint, her eyes slowly adjusting. Then came the familiar smell of paint, the sight of sculptures, clay pots, and empty canvases, it was an art studio. “Thank you,” Selena whispered, tears gathering in her eyes as she pulled Violet into a hug. “Hey, no tears, remember?” Violet teased between the embrace, prompting Selena to nod with a watery eyes and a smile. “It’s just that… it’s been so long since I painted.”

Miranda's gaze shifted to Selena. Selena was surrounded by people, her face glowing with pride. Her demeanor was spirited, the women around her envious, the men admiring. She was clearly the center of attention. Miranda gracefully approached. Surprisingly, Selena did not react negatively upon seeing her. Instead, she smiled and waved her over. "Miranda, come quickly. Everyone is composing poems for this painting. You have always been so talented. I'm sure you will win the top prize!" Selena had been worried that Miranda's presence might spoil her plans, but Miranda's sudden departure had given her the perfect opportunity. It seemed fate was on her side.

If you would excuse the fact that there were now banners, each holding Irina's face hanging off every commercial, high rise building. Her kind smile that seemed to dazzle in the brightest ways, the soft gaze in her eyes and the halo that wrapped around her - She looked like an angel. An angel that's been haunting me in my dreams for a long time. "Hey, is that Irina?" - Rachel smiled, pointing at one of the digital screens where Irina posed gracefully for a perfume advert. "She looks so pretty. She's really raised the bar for you, Selene. You've got a long way to go." - She nodded, appraising Irina's features with a look of satisfaction.

Three and a half weeks later . . . It was Selena’s first gallery showing and she was more nervous than the artists whose work was on display. Desmond had let her select which pieces to put on display for the event at Early’s. He wanted to see how her taste would go over with his upper class clientele.

I asked Selena who had grown suddenly sad at the sight of the picture. She took it from me sadly, "these are my friends Angela and Celine. I never got to say goodbye to them" "They are pretty" I said quickly to shift away the sad atmosphere. Lena chuckled, "super pretty especially Celine, but she doesn't know it. She thinks she's ugly" If Lena was referring to the blond, then she must be out of her mind to think she is ugly, because all I saw in that picture was an angel. "Adrian?" Selena said seriously and I stared at her.

“Athena girls are chosen so the Luna does not bleed.” A shiver ran down my spine. She set her cup down with deliberate grace. “You will not suffer what my husband inflicted upon you last night,” she said, voice low, decisive. “Not tonight.” Hope flickered - fragile, trembling. “How?” I whispered. Orion rose from her chair and crossed the room with steps soft as breath. She approached a tall cabinet carved from cedar with a moon motif. When she opened it, the scent of herbs and clean oils drifted out. She reached in and withdrew a small wooden box. Inside were vials, creams, and small jars of salve - but also a thin strip of dark silk and a small stoppered bottle of amber liquid. She placed t

, I greeted, with a friendly smile across my face. "Hi Amelia, what a nice place you've got here", she said. "I was on my way home when my eyes caught sight of your bakery, especially the name because my granddaughter bears the same name, I had to ask my driver to pull over and I'm impressed with everything I am seeing. The interior design is top-notch, I must say you have great taste" she said, a smile gracing her lips. "Thanks for the Compliment ma'am. I'm Selena, not Amelia. I named it after my mom", I explained.

“Soup at six. He promised no wine.” “Promises mean nothing here,” Selena said. Rosa’s mouth curved. “They mean something when he makes them to you.” Selena changed into soft black, simple lines, sleeves to the wrist. Strong, not soft. She tied her hair back and left the chain bare. She stood at the mirror and looked at her own eyes until her heart slowed. She whispered to the old doll on her pillow, “Don’t watch.” Then she left.

But just as they were about to leave the store, Seline's eyes fell upon a delicate bracelet displayed in the window. It was a twin bracelet, with a heart split in two, each half adorned with intricate designs. When put together, the two halves formed a complete heart, symbolizing unity and connection. Seline couldn't tear her gaze away from the beautiful piece, her heart fluttering with a strange sense of longing. Sweet noticed her admiration and followed her gaze to the bracelet. Without a word, he signaled to the salesperson, who quickly retrieved the bracelet from the display case. Sweet then turned to Seline with a warm smile, presenting her with the bracelet as a gift.