Selena Artwork Novels & Stories

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

"Of course. Here's the key." After emptying her bladder which didn't even need to be empty at all, Selena walk out from the bathroom and was looking around to see if Sandor was nearby. She almost celebrates at seeing she was alone at the corner of the shop and away from Sandro when her body faces a wall with few portraits that just calls out to her. Selena's face paled bath picture she was seeing and her heart just drops. Shock envelops her whole body and what she was witnessing. There were 3 clear portrait pictures caught of her at the same cabin house but by the fireplace, tears on her face but definitely a happy one looking surprise at Sandro on his knees and proposing witha beautiful rin

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ I stood in front of the easel in the sunlit art room, paint-stained apron tied tight around my waist. Trying to get my shit together. The scent of turpentine and fresh canvas usually calmed me, but today it did jack shit. I was fucking livid about what Jacob had done this morning, taking the expensive golden brush his father had gifted me, out of the blue, no less, and calling me a whore for accepting it. And then burning it. Now he was back from school, and I was supposed to teach him.

Back to brooding Van Gogh. "Did my parents send these?" Selena asked, her tone shifting to a more grounded, skeptical note. She scratched the edge of her brow as she examined the extravagant display again. "I mean, I’d be surprised. They were never this… mushy." She waved vaguely toward the florals and the glamorized fruit bowl, like it might suddenly sprout answers. Then she turned back to Theo and dismissed him with a flippant gesture. “Anyway, you may leave now. What were you doing here even?”

They had three guards following them. Indeed, this woman before him was beautiful and down to earth. And he had been right about her. She was indeed a flower. A beautiful one in fact and he didn't mind at all that she might have been gifted to him to manipulate him. He just wished right now that she'll be impressed by all he had planned to do for her and they could get down that night. "These are wonderful." Selena ran her hands through the historical artifacts that were displayed in a glass box. "I didn't quite picture you as an art lover and how did you know I love art."

Sela, Leo, and Arin were their guides, their bridge between the old world and the new. Sela worked with those who were drawn to creation. She brought paints and paper, and simply let them make marks. The first drawings were shaky, abstract, full of dark colors and harsh lines. But as the days passed, the lines softened. Colors appeared. One woman painted a recognizable flower. It was a masterpiece.

Axel smiled as he looked at the results, coming closer at the same time. Axel showed Selena the results of his photo which made Selena immediately see the image from the camera. Selena immediately smiled at how beautiful she looked in the photo. "Wow, I look really pretty here. Is this a filter? I look so bright." "No, it's natural with no filter. Well, there are some settings. You're beautiful in real life," Axel said, looking at Selena seriously. Selena snorted and continued tying her shoelaces. Before she realized that the horned beetle had just moved closer to her feet. She squealed as she jumped away.

“Um, Isla, I can promise he has. He has done that and SO much more! Just based off what I know, I am sure there are other atroc*ties that I don’t know about… actually I can promise there are!” Isla looks like the ground has just opened up and tried to swallow her whole. She starts pacing, pulling at her short, pixie cut, mousey brown hair. Actually, Isla is sort of mousey, I would love to see her wolf… I have a feeling she’s small. ‘Actually, I don’t sense a wolf, or Lycan, at all.’ Alaina gives me a quick glance out the corner of her eye. Was she born without a wolf, or did Selene take it away…?

Celia walked over after she said that. The rest of the women also followed her. When everyone was inside, Selena closed the door and looked at everyone. She had an unpleasant look on her face. “Selena, what’s wrong? Do you feel unwell?” Celia asked worriedly. Selena shook her head and her eyes turned red. Tears started to well in her eyes as well. When she was out there, she could not stop herself from looking at the portrait of the warrant. Selena would never forget that face.

at her ex, Selene saw it differently: it was an assertion of power, a declaration that she controlled her story, not anyone else. Despite the outward bravado, Selene’s internal world remained complex. She had moments of doubt, late nights questioning her choices, and times when memories of past abuse resurfaced with an unwelcome intensity. Yet each challenge strengthened her. Her ability to forgive, to approach life with an open heart even when bruised, became a defining trait. She realized that bitterness was a trap, one that would weigh her down, and she refused to let it define her.