Art Base Novels & Stories

Adwith a cold-hearted CEO to the whole world. He is only soft and Loveable to his sister. The one who makes everyone plead in front of him on their knees can run behind his sister to feed her. The one who can make everyone beg for mercy can say sorry to his sister. He loves her too much. We can say she is his life. Aanya the girl who was pampered by her brother to the core where he can even bring anything on this earth within 5 minutes after she asked for it. She was a princess to him. In Front of him, she was crazy and still behaves like a kid whereas, to the outer world, she is a Xerox copy of Ishaan. Cold-hearted and reserved. She never mingles with anyone much. She doesn't

He is my art coach. And he sucked my dick after our first lesson, obviously, I didn't know he was gay! Now, I have to accept that I am impossibly attracted to a man who is eleven years older than me and a relationship between us could never be possible….or? ~~~    “Do you regularly do this with men you meet for the first time?” Min-a asked, his eyes still appearing a little dilated.    “If you mean giving them a ride in my Mustang? No, I don’t do that.” Seung-ho replied, sounding serious. He glanced at Min-a to see a frown knitting his eyebrows close, and he chuckled. “If it would make you less grumpy, sucking your dick bruised my jaw. So, I don’t think I would be giving free blow jobs to

“I want to kiss you.” He stroked my neck slowly. “You are playing with fire,” I breathed.“Burn me,” he whispered.***The Malta elite society never interacts with the lower class. This did not stop art curator Wade Malkiel from falling in love at first sight with Vaughn Everette, the mayor’s son. But things did not go as planned, and Vaughn rejected Wade, so he vowed never to trust anyone and closed his heart to the feeling of love. He left Malta for Italy where he spent ten years until the ultimate demise of his godfather forced him to return home to Malta.His return to Malta catches everyone off-guard especially now that he is no longer the poor boy but a rich man whose investments span the

This is a real life account of one Dillon Vera, a highschool student who struggles to deal with the challenges of life, school, and dealing with his growing attraction to a yet unknown face. The kicker is that the attraction he has is for a man, and he is scared of the reactions of the people he loves. Watch Dillon's story unfold over the course of eight years with this special someone, as he discovers that life has a lot of unexpected surprises, both happy and sad alike. This is a real account of Dillon and his friend's life, their love, and how they grew as people and traversed their wonderful, but problematic, world.

Tony and Dillon have just entered 2011 and the next year of their love and lives. No matter what the world has in store to throw at them, they will make it through just fine regardless. The Second Symphony is the next book in the line of eight that will show how close two people can become. Walk with both Tony and Dillon again as they grow together while at the same time grow into individuals. Love, even an unconventional one like theirs, has the potential to weather any storm.

To help her first love, Simon Ahern, win the sprint championship, my girlfriend, Cecelia Holt, deliberately locked me in the basement the night before the competition. She looked at me icily and said grimly, "How many times have you beaten him? So what if I give the championship to him?" Later, she even broke my legs to help him steal the national team selection spot. I desperately asked Cecelia why she treated me like this; I was her boyfriend after all. However, she retorted, "He accompanied me through the three years of depression. I must fulfill this wish for him." However, she had no idea that with my legs gone, I was no different from someone who had lost their life. When I stop

We’re preparing to move into a new house, and when my husband’s best female friend found out, she decided to move in with us. I was about to object, but my husband immediately agreed. To make things worse, he even gave my daughter’s master bedroom, which was meant to be her children’s room, to her son and made our daughter move to the basement. When I voiced my disagreement, he dismissed it, saying, “Grace is my close friend; don’t overthink it. Her son is like my son; of course, I want him to have a better room.” When I still stood my ground, my husband and his family began criticizing me, calling me selfish. Unable to stand their unfairness, I moved out with my daughter. It was then

On my birthday, my adopted sister, Sophia Norris, frames me for soiling her dress and causing her to not be able to attend the banquet. My older brothers, Gerald and Gary Moore, immediately demand that I give my gown to Sophia. Otherwise, they will cancel the birthday banquet. Furious, I point at them while screaming, "I didn't ruin her dress at all! She was the one who splashed red wine onto it! "Also, I will never give my gown to her! My best friend designed it for me!" As soon as my words fall, Gerald commands the bodyguards to tear the gown from my body. At the same time, Gary picks up a wine glass and dumps red wine onto my face. "It's bad enough that you constantly bully Sophia!

On the night of my awakening, which was also my 18th birthday, my parents locked me in a silver cage in the basement while my foster sister Emma prepared for her ceremony upstairs. Then, the Blood Moon Eclipse struck, forcing every member of the pack to evacuate. Emma urged our parents to help. My heart warmed, and I thought they would come to save me. However, the only thing my father carried out was Emma’s stuffed wolf doll. They clutched Emma and fled for their lives, leaving me behind in the collapsing basement. When I crawled out of the ruins, they were already in the safehouse, celebrating Emma’s successful awakening as a White Wolf. Ten years later, I became the heir to Blackstone

My wife, Ula Grove, was best friends with a man named Jordan Loof. On the day we all gathered to celebrate Eira, Jordan’s daughter’s birthday, our own little girl, Faye, made the silly mistake of taking a bite of the cake ahead of time. Ula flew into a rage and locked Faye in the basement. “Why do you have to compete with Eira over everything? You even made her cry on her own birthday! It was just a piece of cake, yet you acted as if you had never seen a cake in your life!” Ula then taped Faye’s mouth shut with adhesive tape. “Stay right here and think about what you’ve done. You’re not coming out until three days have passed.” The basement was pitch dark with no light at all, and ther