Artistic Outcast Novels & Stories

“He was always my enemy and never my foe. He was never able to understand my feelings. What I always wanted. He never understands anything at all. Because of him, I lost my mother. That’s why I can’t forgive him at all.” “But Uncle is helping you out, isn’t he? Still you don’t-“. “I don’t call that help, cause he’s just using cheat methods to blackmail me.” “You Have always been staying by me since we were little. You understand what I feel. You know what I have gone through. My love for art never lost the spark even after marriage.” “But things have changed now. I have to start drawing again, it’s the only thing that can keep me sane and going. So, I’ll pick up my brush again.”

The sudden impact jolts me out of my thoughts, and I instinctively turn around, searching for the culprit behind this unexpected assault. My eyes meet Samantha's smirking face, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. With a mocking tone that cuts through the air like a knife, she exclaims, “Oh, just look at the pathetic sight of the outcast. She seems on the verge of tears.” Her words hang in the air, dripping with venom, as her laughter echoes around us, joined by the chorus of her followers.

He simply said his goodbyes to his friends and led her straight to the amusement park. "Isn't it a little inappropriate to leave such a big event for entertainment's sake?" Melanie asked, concerned. "When people work so hard to earn money, power, and fame, isn't it so they can live more freely, with more choices? If I can't even leave work when I'm not happy because I'm worried about what others think, then what was all that hard work for?" Jamie leaned against the railing, the sunlight casting a golden glow on his face and the wind tousling his hair. At that moment, Melanie suddenly realized that he truly was the rebellious, genius actor that the world spoke of.

I turned. Waiting near the shadows was Clara, my assistant at the gallery. Only she knew the truth that while the world saw me as the silent daughter of a ruthless billionaire, the socialite that was lucky enough to be engaged to Damien Davenport. I had carved out something of my own. A hidden art gallery tucked in the city, curated in my name alone. Of course not my real name. The owner of the gallery went by Brianna Kravitz. A talented artist who sold most of her pieces in Paris before buying a gallery here in New York and selling not only her own artwork but many unknown under appreciated artists. Soon many well known and big named artists started wanting their art pieces in the gallery t

The confident, untouchable star athlete who had charmed the entire campus… powerless against the fortress she had built around herself. Back in her room that night, Nora set up a new canvas. This painting would not be delicate or forgiving. This painting would not be beauty for the sake of admiration. It would be fire, anger, pain, and defiance poured into color and shape. Crimson streaks of rage bled across the canvas. Black swirls of hurt twisted into sharp shapes. Gold highlights burned like hope she refused to allow herself to feel.

Art explained. “Does he really need to be locked up? Why?” Hilda asked, standing up, disbelief on her face. “He lacks basic human emotions. He doesn’t feel empathy,” Art replied coldly. “He looks normal on the outside, but… I think you know what I mean. You always look people in the eye when you talk to them. You’ve seen it too.” “Did our padrino even try to get him treated?” she asked. “That’s not a typical mental illness, Hilda. That’s something no ordinary treatment can fix,” Art said. “I’ve worked with the Nicastros for years. Several doctors have evaluated Aron already.”

People whose lives had been changed by the gallery. People Henri had helped. Jessica studied each face carefully. The smiling woman who had escaped homelessness. The young painter who now exhibited internationally. The former addict who now mentored vulnerable teenagers. Lives transformed. Lives rebuilt. Lives saved. Henri had given so much. And Philippe had taken him away. The thought returned again. Stronger this time. More focused. Jessica hated it. Yet she couldn't stop it. The anger had become familiar. Comfortable even. A companion she never invited but no longer resisted.

Renowned artist Lucian Vale, is a 42 years old perfectionist with a dark reputation. He needs the perfect muse for his most provocative collection yet. When 23 years old aspiring model Joshua Hart walks into his private studio, Lucian knows he’s found more than just a body, he’s found raw, uninhibited inspiration. What begins as classical nude poses quickly spirals into explicit, boundary pushing sessions filled with erotic poses, intense oral worship, masturbation, and eventually full gangbang scenes orchestrated by the artist himself. In Lucian’s world, art and lust are inseparable, and Elias is willing to surrender everything, his body, his limits, and his pleasure to become the ultimate

One sunny afternoon, as Liam and Jake enjoyed a leisurely stroll through a bustling city park, they stumbled upon a small outdoor art exhibition. Intrigued, they decided to explore the vibrant display of paintings and sculptures. As they admired the artwork, Liam's eyes were drawn to a particular painting—a mesmerising portrait of a mysterious woman with striking resemblance to Jake. The artist, a young and talented painter named Lucas, approached them, beaming with pride at his creation. "Ah, I see you've noticed my latest masterpiece," Lucas exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "This painting is inspired by the beauty and complexity of human relationships.