Artist Pusheen Novels & Stories

The one who opened the door for him is one of the butlers in this huge mansion. Seeing inside Athena's room, he was amazed that the place was stunning with the art collection hanging in her room. All the painting is painted by the painter who is so mysterious. Known by the name of the goddess, Nike. He is one of Nike's fan art. Rumor said that she is a disabled person who worked on the painting to earn a living. Some people said that she is actually a goddess looking girl. She doesn't like to be known to the public, so she went with the pseudonym.

About the Author Christine Polistico also known as “chiharabanana” is an Illustrator and Graphic Designer based in the Philippines. Aside from her hobby which is writing, she is also an artist, and aspiring photographer.

"And what's the name of your piece miss?" "Seasons, it was my final project at school and surprisingly it did really well," I said and they snapped their fingers. "But please, Laid Down and Bold Rest are extremely amazing, go check them out," I said and they left. "Professional artist? Featured here? You?" Michael asked and I cocked my head to the side. "Surprisingly I really thought you'd have tabs on me this entire time," I said crossing my arms over my chest. "Guess I was fooling myself."

Letting the paint come together the way it wants. I spin around and throw my hands up. I paint the face that's emerging on the canvas. My paint forms a face that's the subject of my secret infatuation. Bastian in a blue dress shirt with two buttons undone. I rock and wiggle to the music. When the song ends, I hear clapping behind me. I yelp and spin around. Pressing pause on my phone. Bastian is smiling, sitting on the arm of one of my armchairs. "That was good."

familiar. Like Teagan, she also offered her hand but receive a palm slap because she raised it vertically at the level of her face. I immediately gave in which made her laugh yet immediately composed herself and looked directly at me. "Hi. I'm Paisley, your soon-to-be favorite artist." "As if," Boston, who was quiet since we got in here, reacted.