Stella.I stared at the colourful banner in Lawrence's hands announcing an upcoming juried art competition, the grand prize winner receiving a solo exhibition sponsored by some fancy gallery uptown. Apprehension and excitement warred within me. "A contest? Lawrence, I've only just started painting," I protested. "I'm playing around, not seriously competing with real artists." But he crouched down, green eyes intent. "You underestimate yourself, little moon. I've watched you lose hours in creative flow, seen your pieces move others." He squeezed my shoulder. "You have raw talent worth cultivating."I bit my lip, staring at the application specifics. "Putting my work out there to be judged though...it's intimidating." In truth, the thought of that vulnerability terrified me. I was a novice fumbling through self-expression, not some worldly maestro conversant in theory and technique. Lawrence tipped my chin up gently. "Courage comes in accepting righteous risk. I have faith in your
Stella I grinned down at the contest application in my hands, determination welling inside. The apprehension I’d felt yesterday seemed distant now. If even amateur artists in my class were willing to risk rejection submitting their work, who was I to coward in the shadows?"I don't think this would be enough. Indeed something new, something catchy." I nagged.Lawrence’s steadfast confidence in me was not misplaced - I would live up to that radiant potential he somehow glimpsed. “Let’s just give it our best shot,” I declared to my painting mates the next evening. “The judges can make of it what they will. But how often do doors like this gallery showcase open?” My friends smiled indulgently, familiar with my tendency for melodrama. But I sensed they too nursed secret longings to have their visions validated on a real public platform. Together we would leap and trust the net to appear.On the drive home, I squeezed Lawrence’s arm excitedly. “You know, you were right about pushing
Stella I grinned down at the contest application in my hands, determination welling inside. The apprehension I’d felt yesterday seemed distant now. If even amateur artists in my class were willing to risk rejection submitting their work, who was I to coward in the shadows? Lawrence’s steadfast confidence in me was not misplaced - I would live up to that radiant potential he somehow glimpsed. “Let’s just give it our best shot,” I declared to my painting mates the next evening. “The judges can make of it what they will. But how often do doors like this gallery showcase open?” My friends smiled indulgently, familiar with my tendency for melodrama. But I sensed they too nursed secret longings to have their visions validated on a real public platform. Together we would leap and trust the net to appear.On the drive home, I squeezed Lawrence’s arm excitedly. “You know, you were right about pushing past fear for growth. What do I gain from wasting energy on anxiety about how some stran
StellaI was still buoyant with excitement when Lawrence arrived to collect me after class. I bubbled over recounting my impromptu alley rescue, brandishing the dozing tabby cradled in my lap."Isn't she just precious? I've named her Fluffy!" I crooned, unable to resist nuzzling the fuzzy ears poking above my coat collar.Lawrence glanced aside, one brow lifted wryly though his tone held indulgent warmth. "Another orphan finds a home it seems. Your heart has ample room I suppose."I grinned unabashedly. "There's plenty of space for both of you under my roof. Now hurry, our little one needs a thorough checkup!"The veterinary clinic exuded a sterile yet comforting scent as Lawrence and I stepped inside, the soft hum of electronic beeps mingling with the occasional distant meow or bark. We approached the reception desk where a friendly receptionist greeted us."Hello! How can we help you today?" she asked with a warm smile.I cradled Fluffy's carrier protectively. "We found this little
LawrenceWaking with Stella nestled trustingly against my chest each dawn felt akin to emerging from dark dreams back into sunshine's golden grace. After coming so near to losing everything, I vowed never to take small pleasures of sharing pillow talk and sleepy caresses for granted again. Past trauma had granted perspective to properly appreciate just how precariously precious happiness balanced--so easily tipped into fathomless grief by capricious fate.Through lingering breakfasts on the balcony overlooking the awakening city spread below, I memorised each nuance of Stella's beloved face, engraving details no photograph could capture - the way early light brought out honeyed highlights in her mussed waves, how she bit her full lower lip to suppress giggles when reading some sly message from her sister. Even the most mundane habits seemed suddenly profound.My assistant accosted me the moment I stepped off the lift into the chrome and glass executive suite, her usual efficiency sha
StellaI awoke before dawn, Lawrence's warmth still wrapped securely around me. But my mind already buzzed with creative ideas after our passionate night together. Careful not to disturb him, I slipped from bed to capture the sudden inspiration striking me about the plight of abandoned animals, recalling dear Fluffy's own origins.Settling cross-legged before my easel as rosy light crept across the skyline, I traced out the basic image taking shape in my mind's eye - a small defenceless kitten left utterly alone and afraid in a dingy back alley, emerald eyes enormous with sorrowful longing for the comfort and affection denied it by fate's cold indifference.My brushstrokes built up texture and depth gradually, backgrounds fading into gloomy abstraction while the central feline form remained detailed, fur matted and ribs visible from deprivation.Yet still its expression conveyed hopeful innocence, trusting some kindly soul might still chance by to save it from cruel isolation. The j
Stella Butterflies swirled anxiously in my belly as I wandered the penthouse wrapped in Lawrence's crisp white shirt, hair still damp from the shower. Today was judgment day for the art contest. Had my entries captured the "glimpse of humanity" theme adequately to impress the exclusive panel of critics?I had channeled plenty raw emotion into the paintings - from delight in mother-daughter bonds to empathy for neglected strays like dear Fluffy. But technical mastery still eluded me. What if stark honesty alone proved insufficient next to classically honed pieces?Glancing at the bold canvas of the homeless kitten that felt most vulnerable, I gnawed my lip. Perhaps entering the contest had been foolish ambition. I was no professional after all, just dabbling amateur hastily mentored. Still, Andre and Lawrence both insisted my unique perspective deserved wider audience. With more guidance I might someday forge impactful stories from life's poignancy...Speak of the devil - warm arms
StellaBlinding spotlights illuminated the stage as the booming voice announced "Stella Emerson!" My heart hammered and palms grew slick, clutching the gleaming medal identifying me as the winner. This still felt surreal even crossing the expansive stage,sounds muted as though underwater except the mounting applause.I can't believe I won.I gripped the solid podium edge, anchoring unsteady knees while seeking Lawrence's beloved face in the blur of strange ones. His steady emerald gaze found mine first, crinkled by a proud smile meant for me alone. Joyful tears pricked suddenly at that tender show of support - we two had climbed so far together, the lonely girl from shadows now lauded in this societal showcase built by his formidable influence. But I remained simply his Stella undeserving of such accolades in my eyes. Only Lawrence saw a fragile beatific soul disguised beneath plain flawed features; the rest judged too quickly. My art came alive only because one man cherished the
STELLAS POV. I knew what it was I had in mine to do and I certainly was not giving two ducks or more about it, the girls, they had not seen me approach while they buckets on with their zaddies, fake smiles plastered on their faces. I stopped to a halt right in front of them a a I dreaded for them, of course I was not encouraging bad things but if they decided settling down with older men was what did it for them anthem fine, I had zero concerns about I, but worse, it got even worse is I found it a whole lot was happening. They were with the men for money and nothing else, they also went about prancing and calling out certain little, pesky ass rubbish talks all because they felt they could thanks to Some little change of dumb ass cash they got from men who had nothing to do with it. “Please tell me, why is it that you are here, anything I can help you with young lady?.” he asked, he had white beard was for and I guessed around forty seven to fifty years of age, it was just a random
STELLAS POV. “stop already.” I whispered and kicked sand against his body while he kept tickling me. It's been a month already and a few weeks plus and I've suddenly become the owner of most buildings in turkey. I never expected I was getting so spoiled by a man like him, one time I complained and he said I brought it upon myself since I complained of having stacked up clothes and accessories in my room, he decided to get buildings stacked up on lands. “you are not fun anymore.” he teased and kicked back sand at me, it was simply us getting fun on the beach, I noticed the changes, I saw the improvement, my Health had gotten back on track, I trained hard and fast, the first few days I loathed the whole issue and thing that came down with the medications however after some days I got quite used to them, As fun as it sounded that day I took seven tablets and ranged upwards at intervals, it was not an easy routine for me yet things fell right into place thankfully. “I have never rec
STELLA.I paced about in the room, my hands carefully tucked beneath my back and folded over each other, I sucked in air and fought hard against the tears, scared that they might slid of my face and cause a rift between Lawrence and I, he was already pretty worked up and I wasn't intending to add to it.“Stella?!.” he called out at once while walking out of the bathroom, water dripped down from his hair over to his feet and I swallowed hard with my gaze pinned against him, that was the most I could do, I could not have it held in anymore.“I told you, I complained, I kept at it!, I fucking knew something was wrong and what the hell did you say?, you said nothing was wrong and no tell me what if it became worse?. You heard what the doctor said?.” I asked, still holding a high grudge against him.He was not pleased by my words.“stella, it isn't your fault anything happened and it obviously isn't mine either, I understand how fucking worked up you are, I know it's a lot to take in at th
LAWRENCE POV.Although none of it made sense to me, I wanted nothing to do with her worries, she pissed me off yet again but I swore on my life, I didn't know had it was about her and her obsession with getting pregnant,At first I thought it was all because of how she felt about me, perhaps she felt she needed to make it up to me by getting pregnant again, but times without number I expressed my worries about her very own health and my stand on the whole miscarriage thing, matter of fact we never really bothered about kids.We both wanted the best times of our lives, that was before however I could not really tell what it was that went on and around in her head, either ways we all had one or another thing needed to be done but that had not sat we'll for her either, she suddenly got the obsession out of the blue.“Lawrence?.” she called out to me, had me drawn out of my thoughts, I sighed and nodded as I pulled off my baggage from the x-ray machine while we both headed for the exit.I
STELLAS POVI WAS WET AS FUCK.MY INSIDES CHURNED AND I FELT MY CUM AS IT DRIPPED DOWN FROM MY PUSSY TO MY VAGINA.I squirmed, Squeaked, screamed hard as Lawrence thrusted faster into me, I could swear all through our sex it was the most intense, his hands went everywhere, from gliding down towards my belly to rubbing over my cunt, he groped at my ass, spanked me severally and then again had his fingers kneaded against my nipples, I was in ecstasy, a wild one.Yet again for the fourth time in a row, my laps shuddered and my body went weak, I shook, tried as hard as I could to have my body packed in place, pleasure washed through me as I felt the thick liquid seared through from my cunt once more, I climaxed yet again.Lawrence bent my knees towards my head held my feet right above my head ,He plunged even deeper with his index finger dipped right into my asshole, my moans increased, swear broke off from my head, my body, our cum mixed with the scent and I bit down on my lips as I tri
STELLA.From the corner of my eyes I stared at him still unable to believe how strict he became, two more days gas passed since my last visit to the hospital, he kept at his toes, we had not gone out all along, ordered food and watched movies but above all it remains an issue to me…he hovered around me at evweg possible minute but now has that it made me worse, his obsession it looking after my meds.He made sure to have it literally thigged down my throat each moment time came up.“I can't do this again Lawrence, I need some breathing space, like a little bit of fresh air.” I complained in am attempt to have him forget whatever it was that he had all cooled up in his head.“what?.” he asked alssmot immediately, it almost seemed as if he had something rolled up beneath his sleeves, something I might not like.“are you tored of me now?, missing home already?.” she asked on cue, all still sounded and felt ever so strange to me, I had tried keeping up my face straight but I still worrie,
LAWRENCE.“Just relax, okay, don't get all worked up for no reason, Stella, you are fine, I've had the doctor run some tests, everything Showed up well so would you please stop whatever bickering you have all planned out already?.” I knew I was quick to speak, at least at the moment but still passing out twice on me at the moment only registered me as an irresponsible person..I could not let that happen, I needed to start paying more attention to her state of health, we are married for fucks sake and I was just not getting why she kept keeping things from me.“really?, I'm fine? Nothing else?.” she asked, batted her eye at me in a questioning manner, I really had stopped understanding her after the whole issue of a miscarriage, I understood it was hard for her to have lost a baby but it fucked up her mental health a whole lot.“Yes, that is what the doctor's report says and I believe we both understand what it means, I do not run the test they did.” I answered, I saw the manner in wh
STELLAS POV.Air closed in on me as my vision became blurry, I could barely stand on my feet anymore, I rested against the table, had my hands placed over it, I was a mess, a complete mess.The noises increased and the chatter continued, it was like a never ending sort of bicker amongst rich folks, when Lawrence spoke of a party he eased it up, I never knew it was going to be something so huge.It looked and felt more like a red carpet sort of event for a met gala and event for celebrities. He shifted himself away from me and into the crowd a few minutes ago. I had tried searching for him but I could not bear it anymore.He excused himself with the little line that he knew what it was that he wanted, a whole lot other had little or nothing to do with me to be precise, it was business talks and he offered to have be taken along but it was certainly going to bore me to death and I decided the stay back , behind however thinking about the decision I made it had not seemed to be the smart
STELLA.Reluctantly I pushed open the doors, a frown on his face as I walked past him, my eyes darted across the corridors, it was not cleaned, I walked back into the master's bedroom and I had never felt so content and to walk in on a scattered room, he had not allowed the maid in either. “Now you tell me, what the hell is it that went wrong with you Stella, is everything okay?.” he asked and still held hard to my arms while I stared back at him, he wasn't happy and I understood.I barely could give an explanation for what I had done as well because I knew I was left with little to no choice.“can't you at least talk?.” he called after me and pulled closer to me, closing in all space between us.“you didn't want to talk last night as well and now I'm sorry but I do not feel that much of energy within me anymore and please do not bring it up.” I complained about what he was thinking, that he could stand me up and then walk around me just as he deemed fit.“okay, I'm sorry, for lashin