Novel & Cerita Artist

"Is this another work for display?" "Yeah, it is but it is more for business than it is for display." "Ah, I see." She said. Watching how Philip created such beautiful images and pieces with just his mind and hand was amazing. It was nothing similar to what she did that Mr. Ayomide bought from her. Philip could have shown his paintings to the man instead of hers but he had kept his promise and secured a deal with Mr. Ayomide for her. It only showed her how honest he could be during his tenure in the CRUZ company.

the redhead asked, laughing, mocking me. “Aurora De Luca, Mr. Giovanni D’Angelo’s previous right hand, and now Mr. Dante D’Angelo’s current secretary; therefore, I do suggest that you tone the bloody attitude down before I make you” I said, glaring at the woman before walking past her and entering the elevator. My heart hammered against my ribcage and running my fingers through my tied hair, I couldn’t help but frown at how tired I looked as I caught sight of my reflection through the mirror.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

I felt safe. "Who are you?" Ashton asked. "It's none of your business." Cyrus said, his voice harsh and poisonous. "Carmela is my business." My best friend pulled me closer to him. "She is my business, so, back off!" He's rude. He's always been rude. He never treated anyone with respect. He never treated anyone like humans. Cyrus only cared about himself. He only cared about his pride and I hate it. Someone like him easily loses his patience, meaning, he'll lose control and end up hurting anyone that disobeys him. And seeing how Ashton is pushing him to his limits scares me.

Mark asked. " Pleased. I am in shock that it took you half an hour to create such a master piece. You are very talented." I said in awe. "Well , Mr Smith only hires the best." Armando introduced himself before taking his place in front of me. He is an award winning make up artist. He stared at my face for what seemed like forever until finally he asked me to close my eyes. I felt him get to work with many different types of brushes. I cringed when he plucked some of my stray eyebrow hair.

she says yes sir and leaves me to my work. I make it a point to keep up the business man front during the day, doing all the usual work, like taking calls and meetings. Shaking hands and signing on the dotted line when it came to new clients and investors. As the clock ticks on as I wait for my meeting with Carver Jackson, some up and coming big shot fashion designer, who's looking to make his name known, my phone vibrates on my desk drawing me back to my real world of havoc and chaos. "What" I ask as usual.

] [Dorime has learned: Painting lv 1] [Thanks to the efforts of [Dorime], Your Army began to create their own culture! [Artistic sense (Art) stat unlocked!] [All of your soldiers gained +1 Int. +1 Art] [Dorime obtained +2 Int. +1 Dex. +2 Art.] [Artist role unlocked!] [Artist: Units that express beauty and strength through art. Art can buff allies and debuff enemies at the same time, depending on the [Artistic sense] stat. +5 Art. +1 Dex.] "Well done, Dorime!" David cheered at the little rat, who was still sleeping on the back of his golem. "Take him to rest, avian g

Nothing suspicious here. "So, on this vacation, there was your self, your husband and Luca...." he said to me. "Luca Romano," he finished. "Correct." "And my cousin," I added knowing that he was probably already onto Max. "I'm going to need to get your cousin's name," he replied lifting up his pen. "Maximus Megestanis. Goes by Max." "And Luca. Does the name Romano D'Meretchi mean anything to you?" "...um...is he a pop star?"

I whispered teasingly. "Er…erm… so all your friends are artists?" She stammered sheepishly. I snorted, "the only person close to being an artist is Aaron. He is an architect and civil engineer. He owns a company for building and selling buildings, any kind of houses, and malls. As long as it's a building. He also manages a real estate agent company but that doesn't make him an artist. The only artistic work Jaxon can do is paint a woman with cum and Mordecai doesn't even know how to draw a triangle. If he draws for you, you'll regret your life."

Jude could dragged this till eternity, but he knew he was against time, he only have just two hours to spare. “So who are you against?” Jude finally asked. Without moving her head sideways, Alexis said. “He was Jason by name, he was Daddy Chief Editor, and he wrote a lot of bad things about my birth parent, he also wrote a few bad things about me as well.” “Hmmmmmm, I am interested. So what is the play?” Jude asked again. “He just have to pay a little cash for my mental suffering, and for the ones for my dead father too.” Alexis said again.