Novel & Cerita Artista

Fake concern maybe. “I am Arthur Murray. The curse mean nothing to me.” He said stubbornly. “Arthur…” I called his name. My tone was soft and warm. He looked down to meet my gaze. “Whatever it is your decision is, just know I am here with you and by your side okay?”

"Mate" ***

Have you got any juice today? I don’t know why I feel happy receiving his chat. I think for a while and reply to him. I got one. Alright, see you at the hospital I realized this is the worst appearance that I can give to my friend that will accompany me. Should I use some tint so I do not look so pale? How I wish I could take a bath though. So yeah maybe using tint is not a bad idea. I looked at my reflection in this tiny mirror, I look awful. The nurse didn’t help me to clean myself, they just provided me warm water, and how could I wipe my body with my hand being infused? Arthur will take a bit longer. Maybe I could change my shirts, even though my hair will not in its best smell. Arthur,

I said, and she nodded. “What do you work in?” Renata asked, taking me off guard. She looked me up and down and Diego tensed, glaring at his ex whose eyes were fixed on mine. “As far as I know, all schools end in the afternoon, so you can’t be a teacher. Companies finish working late afternoon too. Well, unless you’re a…” “I am a waitress.” I said, stopping the woman. She froze for a second before looking at Naya and letting out a mocking laugh, both women did. Luna Claudia glared at them, and Alpha Diego let out a low warning growl.

I announce. “Flavian?” Rasmus runs his finger down the dark golden fluff on Flavian’s head. “Let me guess – gold?” “Golden haired” I smile smugly, and Rasmus laughs. “It’s a strong name. Any others?” “Flavian Lars.” “Lars?” Rasmus chokes. I look at him “Of course. Who else would we name him for, if not Lars?” Rasmus nods, and leans forward to kiss me, as if that would hide the tears that are threatening to fall.

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

Her ideas for their next project were hanging somewhere in her brain because she was lost in the problem relating to the company's CEO. Philip shook hands with one of his clients with a smile. His client's name was Mr. Ayomide, a Nigerian who loved artworks. He was glad to meet Philip after hearing a lot about his talent for a long time. "I wouldn't want to waste your time sir, please sit." Philip said.

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

One of the first artists supported through the Oak Project. The woman looked nervous. Emotional. "I just wanted to say thank you." Jessica frowned. "For what?" The woman glanced towards the operating theatre doors. Then back again. "If it wasn't for Henri, I'd be dead." The statement landed with startling force. The young artist smiled sadly. "He didn't know that." A pause. "I never told him." Over the next several hours, more stories emerged. One after another. A musician whose career Henri had rescued. A painter he'd mentored for years.