Artist Novels & Stories

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Still terrible. Crossed that out too. The third version lasted nearly five minutes before she destroyed it as well. By one o'clock in the morning, the bin was overflowing. Jessica leaned back in her chair and groaned. This was ridiculous. She'd spent years creating art. Years expressing herself through colour and texture and images. Yet somehow being asked a simple question about who she was felt impossible. Because who was she? The answer changed depending on who asked. To some people she was an artist. To others she was a survivor.

Some of them were in dire need, but regardless of that, the need shouldn’t lead them to whatever they were dealing with. “I understand that you are here seeking for sponsors, but I do not sponsor a project that I do not see benefitting or appealing. Though some of you have passed through my right hand’s review. Mine was the one that determined it, and I have chosen to not sponsor any of the projects.” Arturo said, looking at Anika. “First, I do not work with lawyers or cops. My apologies, but I have my own terms in this, and after investigating, some of you did indeed turn out being them. The issue is right now, you have a nice little question mark over your heads, and I believe that you kno

With a growl, he started off to their hideout still fuming. Still in his wolf form, he crept into the place through the backdoor which only he knows and changed back to his human form. His teeth clenched hard as he located his clothes and bundled himself up. His name is Arthur Murray. The Alpha king of the Crescent moon pack. The image of the human hunter that had chased him in the woods still lingered in his head and made his blood boil the more. He had only let his wolf out for a little hunting, having no idea he would bump into the one he and every werewolves dreads the most. Pure Humans! The sight of a werewolf makes their fingers itch to kill.

the woman observed, her voice attuned to the cadence of sincerity. Taking in the gravity of her words, Marvis met the gaze of the enigmatic visitor, whose presence bore the promise of transformation. The woman introduced herself as Amelia Sterling, a fervent art enthusiast with a keen eye for discovering burgeoning talent. "Your art is a lyrical enigma, an unfiltered narrative that resonates with unspoken truths. What you've crafted here transcends mere artistry. It's a manifestation of resilience," Amelia continued, her admiration threading through each syllable.

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Zayne gently cleared his throat and proceeded to ask "So tell us about yourself Noah." Noah flashed a small smile at Zayne then for a split second, landed his gaze on Katniss' parents, her mother especially. Lady Lucinda dropped her utensils then picked up her glass of juice and took sips out of it as she gently reclined into her chair. "Well, I'm a twenty seven year old freelance artist. I studied Arts & Crafts at Deville University. Currently, I paint, draw, colour and even dabble in the art of sculpting. Art is my passion and my hobby which I have turned into an occupation. I'm not a popular, well known artist yet but I hope

It was just simply unimaginable for him. “Affirmative, Maru.” Madame Ais replied. The eloquence earlier was no more and her words reverted once more to its mechanical answers. “Is there someone stronger than a level 10 cultivator, Madame Ais?” Maru continued to ask. His thirst for knowledge was awakened with the uncertainty he felt during their discussion. “Affirmative, Maru. Above level 10 cultivators are the Makers. They can create realms and design it at will.” Madame Ais responded.

"Right, it's my room. Who do you think dares to bring a stranger into the alpha's room and even summon the best healers of the pack?" "Only the alpha!" Maya said. "But why did you lie to me?" Maya questioned. "I didn't. I was just teasing you." Ashton said like it was only normal to tease a beautiful girl. "Do you don't have a mate?" Maya asked. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like something was not right. How old was Ashton? He seemed to be in his late twenties and he was telling her that he didn't have a mate. He was an alpha, a very powerful alpha.