Novel & Cerita Tessa Elliot Fanart

*Ryatt* Ella moves between the canvases in her studio, sunlight dusting over her bare shoulders. She tucks a strand of her lush, dark brown hair behind her ear, revealing her paint-smeared cheek. Tear stains shimmer in the sunlight drifting through the angular windows like little silver pieces of thread that trail down her jaw and neck.

As long as Elliot cut off ties with Lord Vedastus, he could join Thomas’ camp? Elliot believed that Thomas would not reject his participation. The more he thought about it, the happier he got. Elliot gritted his teeth and said, “Fiora Vedastus, you forced my hand. Just wait. After I join Thomas’ camp, I’ll bring people back here and demolish your entire Art Trading Corporation!” Once Elliot made up his mind, he quickly packed his stuff. Then, he secretly sneaked out of Art Trading Corporation. He got into a cab and rushed to Thomas’ Food and Medicine Hall.

“Why do you look like a moody goddess and I look like a literal troll?” “Because you’re in spa mode and I’m in heartbreak.” Ellie narrowed her eyes. “Don’t make me fly to Montana. What’s going on?” I flipped the camera around so she could see Sadie and Tyler. “This is Sadie, Brody’s auction date turned tour tag-along and emotional support baddie.” Sadie waved. “Nice to meet the famous Ellie.” Ellie gasped. “You’re even hotter than Blue described. I didn’t know that was possible.”

The image of Elora on the massive digital billboard was a vision of clinical, high-resolution perfection. She didn't look like the "Thistle-Scented" girl who had found her voice in the North. She looked like a "Product"—her skin airbrushed to a porcelain sheen, her eyes a solid, glowing mercury-silver that held no memory of Kaelen. The caption beneath her read: ELORA THORNE: THE FUTURE OF BIOLOGICAL STABILITY.

" --- Tessa had closed her sketchbook for the last time. She sat on the grass, the book in her lap, and she watched the witnesses move through the garden. She no longer felt the need to draw them. They were the drawing—the living, breathing, staying image of the watcher's love. "The witnesses are the watcher's art," Tessa said to Elara. "Not the flowers. Not the stone. The witnesses. Stay." Elara looked at the young witnesses working among the blooms—Sol among them, her hands gentle, her face peaceful. "We are all the watcher's art."

“Hold still.” Tessa’s hand was surprisingly steady as she lined my eyes with a pencil. “I promise I won’t stab you.” “That’s not as reassuring as you think it is.” But I held still anyway, sitting on her desk chair while she worked. Tessa had been my roommate since freshman year and somehow, miraculously, had become my actual friend. She was an art major with purple streaks in her black hair. She knew I was broke. She knew I worked constantly. She didn’t know about the wolf thing. Humans didn’t know about any of that.

Mariah knew that this was a marriage of convenience, as did Beta Leo and Gamma Erik. My mind shifted back to the present moment as I stood in front of Elliot, wide-eyed at his suggestion. “Are you sure?” I finally asked him, feeling suddenly breathless. Instead of answering, he started to unbutton his shirt. My heart nearly leaped into my throat as his abs were revealed to me. He slowly slid his shirt off his body and placed it on the chair on top of his jacket. “Do artists usually have nude models for painting? Do you like that?” He asked, his eyes never leaving mine.

The bartender, a gruff but kind-eyed man named Joe, polished a glass with a dirty rag, his eyes scanning the room with practiced ease. In the corner, a lone figure sat with her back to the wall, her eyes fixed on the crowd. Tess, with her wild tangle of brown hair and mismatched earrings, looked like she'd just stepped out of a dream. Her art was on display, scattered across the walls in vibrant colors, each piece a reflection of her untamed spirit. A canvas of wolves howling at the moon caught Joe's eye, and he nodded in approval. Tess sipped her whiskey, feeling the burn down her throat. She loved nights like this, when the music was loud, and the world felt like it was hers for the taking

I said, and her face turned into an upset one, so I added, "But I don't mind you knowing more. In fact, you should know everything about me. For starters, I used to be a professional artist and I had my own art gallery." "Oh, my God, are you really ES?" Wow, that's an unexpected development. "How do you know ES?" I asked, smirking. "I'm a huge fan of yours!" "Really? Thank you." She hugged the painting close to her chest and said, "This is the best gift I have ever received. Thank you so much for that, Eltan. I couldn't imagine that someone could notice such details about me." She was still in awe about her exact appearance on the day we first met being painted on the canvas. "That must have

Elias asked me with a small smirk, and it was then I realised that he had got a picture of my face tattooed on the top part of his muscled arm with a black heart like design around it and the first initial of my name. “I hope that’s not me” I said, even though the girl definitely looked like me and even had the same big eyes like I did. “Not as beautiful as you my love but yeah it’s you, what do you think of it?” Elias asked before he took hold of one of my wrists and pulled me down on the small leather couch next to him, making my heart skip a beat. I took a closer look at his big, muscled arm before I looked up into his greyish blue eyes.