Sister Golden Flower Art Novels & Stories

The art exhibition would last for three days, and there were so many people during the opening. Eleand couldn’t believe his eyes when Ezekiel presented his masterpieces. His younger brother never missed even the smallest detail. On the right wing displayed four large paintings, each had descriptions—Mirasaen, Velidia, Croea, and Aderawiel. On the other side displayed two frames, the Argia and Alsache. Every face inside the hall beamed in amazement, especially to the arts displayed to the front, the portraits of different faeries—Aserah, Nahil, Winzi, Ahldrin, Fariyah, and Enkille. And the highlight of the exhibit, the large image of Elida in her faerie form. It served as a tribute to their m

Green light clashed against Gloria's violet. The chamber trembled. Cracks spread across the walls. Gloria screamed in fury. She summoned the spectral form of her sister Elara. The ghostly girl stood bleeding from the throat flowers wilting in her hands. "See what they did Daniela. Join me and end this cycle." I pushed to my feet. The vision tugged at my heart but I saw the truth in it. "Your sister sang to flowers. She would not want oceans of blood. You destroy her memory with this revenge."

I said, extending my arm to the large set of double doors. They stood just a few feet away, wedged between two pillars. Strips of iron, bolted into the wood, curved to form the hourglass shape of our goddess on each side. Her arms were out stretched, as if welcoming us inside. Well … don’t mind if I do. Standing in front of the pillars on either side of the doors were the blandest looking floral arrangements I had ever seen. I knew nothing about flowers, but every piece of foliage was one flat color. Beige. It was so very Kimberly that my lip curled into a sneer.

"Please release me, sir. It is highly inappropriate for you to grab the gallery staff." ​August's fingers jerked away from my wrist. He opened his mouth, the chime of the front doors rang out again. ​"Delivery for Spring Willow," a cheerful voice called out. ​A courier walked into the gallery holding a massive, extravagant arrangement of flowers. They were Sunshine blooms. Rare, incredibly expensive, and utterly beautiful. They were a flower that refused to grow in the shade of others; they only bloomed when they stood entirely alone in the direct light. ​My favorite.

Roses, lilies, peonies, and chrysanthemums of purple, white, red, orange, and pink, all looked like jeweled pendants hanging from a woman's neck. What a graceful and relaxing afternoon. "Excuse me, sir," my assistant's unsure voice greeted from behind me. Sighing, I turned to face him, crossing my arms. I didn't like my personal art gallery being disturbed. "What is it?" I growled, eager to get back to my rain symphony. "I have what you were looking for," he said, holding out a thick file folder. I stepped back inside and took the folder. It fell open and I started flipping through the pictures. "Ahh, my old rival, Ellis Peterson. What has he been up to?"

And Serena looked perfect in it. I stood near the entrance, clutching a plastic cup of lukewarm Chardonnay, watching my sister. She was wearing paint-splattered overalls over a mesh top, her curls wild and free. She was talking to a couple who were looking at her sculpture—a twisted, beautiful piece of metal and glass titled The Cage Door. She was using her hands to explain the negative space. She was laughing. She looked… light. “She’s good,” a deep voice murmured beside me.

“We will be out before the auction begins.” It was already an hour and a half and the auction was about to take place in just a few minutes. Gavin was busy with some older men talking about business, for sure, while I was taking a walk around the stuff that was about to go up on the auctions. I stopped ahead of a flower vase, which was golden in color with a beautiful hand sculpted to a woman’s face on it. The art was captivating, a gorgeous piece that I had by no means witnessed in my life before.

’ I asked being a little sassy towards the voice and hopefully showing her who is boss. ‘I did hear and no need to be snippy, my name is Sapphire and like the precious gem we are very special which you will see when we have our 1st shift. I’ve been granted permission early to speak to you and create a bond from Selene the Moon Goddess, but I don’t know anymore than that.’ Sapphire replied to Aurora with just as much sass as she gave her.

She can feel his heart which full of storm and thunder. Is this real? She asked herself. Or perhaps, it's just my imagination. "Niece, what is this?" Grant asked when he notices that small brown paper bag on the table between them. A sign, of the most popular flower shop in Hagrav, stamped on it.ake his curiosity raised. "Oh, this is the seed of golden flower. My father told me something about this, but I forgot." Grant scratching his chin, "Hmm, my brother isn't a fan of flower. When will you attend that party?"

It felt like I was picking up things I had no business picking up. “There are many little things I have placed around. Like this little gold flower.” She pointed out a flower that was completely made of gold with red paint for the flower head and green for the leaves. It was sitting by the guest book as decoration. The whole thing was like eight inches tall. The more I looked around, the more I noticed those small details. Gold really stuck out in these silver and blue theme. However, Martina places these items in ways that kept it more about the ceremony than the actual pieces of random treasure.