The Masterpiece Novels & Stories

He dropped me on the bed and moved out of my sight. I noticed the walls were plain white but a particular painting hanging on the side of the wall directly opposite me grabbed my attention. It was the painting of a man with fiery red eyes and horns protruding from his bald head. He was in all black, a sick smile molded on his face. He looked to be seated on an iron throne, with blazing flames. It was a really weird painting to behold. I couldn't place it's meaning but I understood it wouldn't be something good. I was lost in my thoughts until I heard a little whimper coming from one end of the room. My eyes darted to where the sound was coming from and they widened in horror.

It seemed he knew nothing about this sophisticated art. Suddenly, the crowd erupted into murmurs of amazement. "What's happening?" Jasmine asked, confused, glancing over. On the stage, a masterpiece embellished with gold foil was being presented. The words 'World's Best' caught everyone's attention. The script was majestic and awe-inspiring. "This is the world's best regular script! It's hailed as the top calligraphy of our time. It's just two words, but this piece has solidified its position in the contemporary calligraphy world!

“ How about you go for this masterpiece, The Bentley Mulliner Batur!” “ A masterpiece?” Stephanie asked. “ The Bentley Mulliner Batur is a stunning grand tourer that exudes luxury and sophistication. Best fit for a Lady of your status. Haven't you heard of it?” “ Nah!” She shakes her head. "This car is a masterpiece of craftsmanship and design. The Bentley Mulliner Batur features a sleek and elegant exterior with a unique blend of curves and lines that evoke a sense of power and refinement, as you can see!. The interior is equally impressive, with luxurious leather upholstery, intricate wood trim, and advanced technology features.”

“Your name?” I composed myself and gripped my skirt, trying not to run to the door. “I’m…” I trailed off and glanced at the folders on the floor before looking at him again. “Amity Escobar.” He turned his eyes to his desk before spinning himself around to face the floor-to-ceiling window. “The famous teacher,” he stated. “I was thinking of you, Ms. Escobar.” My hands started to get sweaty. “What you look like…and how beautiful you are to be the talk of the town,” he continued.

Half the people act like animals, the other half like robots. The interior of the house is impeccably clean. The chandeliers shine, the marble on the stairs is polished, the carpets pale, and there is no dust on the furniture. Manfred took care of the cleaning, apparently. I don't have any employees, because I don't want to disturb my peace by putting someone else here. Manfred continues because it's discreet. He does not let his presence be noticed. I climb the stairs to the second floor, then head to the master bedroom. Right at the entrance, there is a painting of Medusa. This is an oil painting on canvas mounted on wood, by Michel Angelo Merisi da Caravaggio.

***** 'The Master's Child' Concludes In 'Natale'

I tore open the bag and spread the food across the ground. Laura bent forward, swaying her hips as she crawled to the scattered food. Her movements were exaggerated, and her joy seemed almost genuine. The whole scene made my blood rush hot. I had heard of girls with… unconventional tastes, but I never thought I'd see something straight out of an adult film unfold before my eyes. "Master, I want more…" Her voice dripped with a pleading tone that made me question everything. Why was she doing this? "Fine. Finish eating first. Then we'll talk."

The masterpiece was the fact that we were finally, truly, out of words. The ink was dry. The future was un-auditable. We were free.

“I dressed up for it, and I felt insulted. I couldn’t help but get mad. I had a reason, then he told me I needed to behave? I think that applies best to him.” She tenses. “It’s been a long time since the Master locked himself away from the world. You are the first person who made him come out after a decade. What does he look like?” “He’s tall and—” I pause. Oh, no! I remembered I wasn’t supposed to say anything to Ms. Lennie. I promised to keep my mouth shut. Unfortunately, I just told her half of everything. What’s holding you back? “He’s fine,” I add.

With age and her hands aching from old injuries, she could not even think about it. She told him, "Just keep it safe for now. As for fixing it... Well, maybe it's best to just leave it be." Madeline's heart skipped a beat as she eyed the painting. It was a Renaissance masterpiece named 'Still Life with Flowers and Fruit', the kind of painting Bella adored. With a sigh, she pushed down the flutter in her chest and joined Trevon and the others in greeting Stephen. Yahir nudged Stephen playfully. "Hey, is this piece a big deal?"