Sister Golden Flower Art 소설 & 이야기

She asked as she pushed the stroller inside and waited for Caleb to show the entry pass to the security guard. “It means the artist loves to create her works using flowers that represents human emotions, which is why the founder named this gallery as BLOSSOM ART.” Caleb explained and extended his hand towards the passage which led to the gallery. “Interesting.” Klara said with an arched brow and followed the path as she is curious to explore the paintings. She kind of felt connected to the artist already because she also likes to use flowers in her paintings along with Ralph’s golden eyes. It’s her signature mark.

"You will be my moon." I nodded in disagreement and moved a step away. "How can I trust you after all your actions?" His lack of words provided a sufficient response. The cat was staring at the mouse with intense focus. My shaking didn't cease until I arrived at Ophelia's living space. I banged on her door, no longer concerned about being discreet. The door swung open, and there stood my sister with an inscrutable expression on her face. "Flower of the genus Azalea."

“We don’t have a good enough artist back home that could do it, so I had it done in the city this afternoon.” “Let me see!” all six sisters yell at the same time. Josie stands up and turns around; she is wearing a dress with the back cut out, revealing a large tattoo with a floral design and butterflies perched on petals and flying above the flowers. It is a beautiful piece of art, and Josie’s sisters all squeal in delight at the sight of it. “What will Amos think?” Lilith asks, downing her third glass of wine. “I don’t care what that old man thinks,” Josie says, laughing as she sits back down. The rest of the table laughs with her, and a hum of conversation begins to build up again as desse

After a quick scan, she spotted an almost hair-thin line on the wall. With a gentle tug, a package dropped from the rooftop. Heloise effortlessly caught it, closed the window, and returned to the restroom. Standing in front of the sink and examining herself in the mirror, she removed her jewelry and allowed a slight smile to play on her lips. With a quick motion, she pulled at the long dress she was wearing. When she stepped out of the restroom, the staff member didn't even recognize her anymore. ...... Inside the third-floor venue of the art gallery, the two selected works had been chosen. It was " The Fiery Sunflowers " and "The Northern Maiden."

After hanging up, I followed the map toward Silverbrook. Silverbrook climbed up the hillside, its cobblestone streets packed with little shops selling local crafts and handmade nougat. The crowds kept bumping into me, so I stopped at a small flower-crown stand run by an older woman. She wove fresh gardenias with tiny white flowers I didn't recognize. The scent was almost too much. I bought one for fifteen bucks and put it on. She adjusted it on my head and smiled. "Here by yourself?" I nodded.

Landon bit the bullet but tried to reason with Alyssa with a bitter smile, "C-Can I have the sandwich without the extra blue cheese?" His voice faded. He looked like a pitiful little girl. She turned around and chuckled with narrowed eyes. "Sure. Whatever you like." Landon almost stopped breathing at the sight of her smile as fireworks went off in his mind. He finally understood the power of a beautiful smile. While Sean was busy getting dinner ready, Alyssa and Sean admired LAN's artwork in the living room. It was an exquisite sculpture of a hand holding a flower in full bloom. The artist added the water splash effect, making the flower appear as a fountain. The sculpture was carved from a

The leaves were a metallic gold. "It is a golden lettuce flower." Elder Silas cried. He stood up to see better. "I have read of these in the old scroll of the frozen peaks. They only bloom once every fifty years." "It is beautiful." Another elder said. "The size is incredible. The Moon Crescent pack knows how to feed the eyes before the mouth." Skade looked at me. She held a knife. She smirked. She gave me a look that said I was already defeated. Alpha Stone turned to Alaric.

he said, his arms firm on the table and his index fingers on his nose. I did as he had requested, opening the white saucer that was in front of me. Inside it was a piece of red oreo cake glazed with chocolate and icing, and sprouting a raspberry sweet at the top. That wasn't what caught my attention, the writing on the saucer did. It was simple and short, written with the chocolate with a stalk of rose flower at the side; “Would you be my girlfriend?" “I really do like you Nat., grant me the honour of being my girlfriend"

Rebecca and I sat in the kitchen of the mansion sipping on tea that a maid prepared for us and eating some food that Mariah cooked. “Don’t give up,” Rebecca said, grabbing my arm and giving me a little shake of encouragement. “How about Pandora’s Bloom? We haven’t tried that one yet.” I almost laughed at the mention of Pandora’s Bloom. That was one of the most exclusive galleries in the world. It didn’t just have art, it also had beautiful handmade jewelry and other trinkets that people had designed. “I’ve been rejected by low-class galleries all over the region; there’s no way Pandora’s Bloom will want my art in their gallery,” I told her, taking a sip of my tea.

Though it was a small village the place was lush with exotic vegetation and beautiful flowers. A beautiful girl dressed in a yellow frock was staring at the pamphlet in her hand with admiring eyes. Her lips curved in a soft smile as she traced her slender fingers on the paper. The cool air breezed through her face and disappeared in her brown locks. She closed her captivating eyes, her olfactory bulbs relishing the redolence of the flowers of the Celestial Valley. “Jasmine” A soft dulcet tone rang in her ears which made her turn around. Her eyes shone when she saw her sister Rose running towards her. Jasmine smiled and stood up to greet her.