Artist Novels & Stories

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.

Nathan asked, glaring at the Lycan who raised his hands in surrender, keeping his eyes on Nathan who I knew was already raging inside as he thought of the possibilities of his answers “stop with the fucking puzzles, and speak up” “Your beta, Carter…”

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

Designer Li understood her situation. Danice was delighted and thanked her gratefully. Later that day, Designer Li sent her two profiles. The first was a renowned painter and former King of the Academy—the Canvas King, Albrich Kingstone. He was in his forties, exclusive, and rarely appeared in public. If not for his works that often auctioned and globally recognized, the media would almost miss him due to his low-key profile. According to Designer Li’s note, approaching him would be difficult. Therefore, Danice was advised to start with the second person.

The one's tasked with royal duties, the kind of duties no one ever talked about or lived to tell the tale. The man turned to look at me. His hair was dark brown, and his face and bronzed skin were littered with scars. The woman was equally as tall. Her blonde hair was braided and pulled back like many of the warriors did when going into battle. She had a scar above her brow, and her ivory skin was covered in scars similar to the man. "I am Hercules, and this is Astrid." Both Damon and I exchanged a look before nodding. "Where is the prisoner?" Damon asked.

I turned to look at him as I felt a damp cloth on my neck "I'm actually a hopeless romantic, something like cupid." “Really?” I was wryly. "You have no idea how much.” He smiled devilishly. "So, I've decided to give you a second chance. I'll give you a task that, hopefully, you get distracted enough that you forget about me.” "Well, you better kill me,” I said through clenched teeth. "I already said it would be too easy. No, I better give you a taste of my romanticism” He looked at me now seriously “Arthur Ward. That is the man you’re looking for. Compared to me, that is a real monster.”

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Turning to Lucian, I saw he was typing away on his phone. "Would you like anything?" I asked him. "Whatever you want". He absentmindedly replied. "Okay… surprise me Maco". I grinned at him and he smiled back, displaying his white teeth. "With all pleasure ma'am". He saluted with two fingers making me laugh. With that, he turned towards the counter and began his art. That's what it felt like, watching him cook. Arms wrapped around me and spun me away from watching Maco. I was facing Lucian who had an expressionless look on his face as he moved between my legs, arms still around my waist.

After taking a seat Isabella's eyes flickered toward Fernando who was busy gazing coldly at her. " Hey" she snapped again. " Look at me," she said. Isabella tore her gaze away from his and towards the woman who held a brush and began applying makeup. " Your eyes are all puffy stop crying" She muttered. While she was busy applying her makeup Isabella bit her lips to prevent herself from crying, the way this woman was bossy when getting her ready reminded her so much of Emily and the thought that her best friend was now out there somewhere after being sold like an animal to god knows who made her worried sick.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”