Bloody Painter Real Name Novels & Stories

Joselyn hmphed disapprovingly, "I had a painting that was identified as a copy, and it was quite frustrating." "Who was identified as the plagiarist?" "Deborah, her father was Axel, the chairman of the Painter's Association, and her grandfather was Conor, the renowned traditional painter from Lochcliff. We also suspected that the Hester family had tampered with it, but there was simply no evidence."

Then again, I should've been expecting his impressive resume since I'd learnt Tamara was a pilot and had spent some years in the army. He'd let out an exasperated sigh when I asked if he had any hobbies but he'd answered. Traveling. Painting. It was the details that followed the latter that had made me turn to look at him this time. "You're Zachary Vermont?" Zachary Vermont was the name of one of the most famous painters in the country. A portrait of his which had been shown at an art exhibition in Ottawa about 20 years ago had brought him global recognition and praise. Known for mostly portraits and seldomly landscape artwork, nobody knew what he looked like, his agent the middleman between

Then he unwrapped a ruffled piece of paper then threw it at her. " Here you go, look at this! Your pictures are all around! Your husband paints you naked then sells it for a very high price! " " Even men at the brothels now look at you and masturbate with his paintings! " " I got this one for a million dollars! That's how high he sells a naked painting of you! " " They call him the blind painter! Blind painter my ass! " Blind? Painter? Cinderella couldn't fathom every information at once. She looked at the piece of drawing, and was amazed.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

he said once he sobered up, "but the man had one eye and no ears!" My eyes widened as he told me the story. "He was a marvelous painter though. Back then, no one could rival his talents." "What was his name?" I asked as I inspected the painting closely and became familiar with all the curves and crevices of the paints and textures used. Sol shook his head. "We never knew. No one did. He came and went with the wind that one, never staying in one place for too long and always going by a different name." "Was he a vampire?" I asked curiously.

Liam didn't heed what Andreas said, because he had walked over to a painting and stood there for a while. "Your majesty?" Andreas asked in a low voice and raised his hand to signal for the other guards not to make a sound. "You found something?" Liam traced the edges of the painting with his fingers as he stared straight ahead. There was something bothering him about the painting, especially when Mila's scent ended there. Not only the girl's scent, but also the faint scent of two other vampires, which Liam didn't recognize. "Take this painting down," Liam ordered. He then took a few steps back to let his men do the work.

he said before stepping out of my room. I sighed, tossing my phone on the bed. ***** I pulled up at my studio in my car. My paintings were lined in the studio, looking beautiful. For years, I'd worked hard to bring these to life, only to be discredited later. I won't allow that to happen again. I let my eyes wander on the paints, and my chest tightened when I saw the pen name… ‘El. Whitcomb’. That was the name in every single of my paintings. I charged towards one of the paintings, grabbing it in a bid to rip it off, but something held me back.

“I'm glad you're here. I buried my face in his skin, taking in the delicious scent of him, the sheer power of masculinity emanating from his body. He didn't move to push me away, instead placing a huge paw on my back. I pressed my cheek against his rib cage, feeling the rise and fall of his ragged breathing. “Josh… I discovered something today. I can't believe others haven't seen it yet... it so clearly dates the paintings to a more modern era. But I think when you have BBC documentaries and money in your sights, you only see what you want to see. He rested his muzzle on my shoulder, letting out a deep, raspy sigh. I stroked his fur, enjoying the softness that ran through my fingers. “Your g

He filled up some distance separating the two of them, and then he continued, " Aren't you sleeping with rue, or did you sleep with her, because that explains everything" They both a dangerous counterance. It was like a fist fight but they weren't any blow coming as yet. " Chris, I can explain". After the explanation Adam was willing to clear his name. But it didn't work, and that was because Chris didn't just have accusations, he came with fact's and also the DNA results of Rue, truly she wasn't his own but Adam _ we later discovered that Rue was the one that exposed the truth, she couldn't stop lying to herself and her husband, and also to me. I can't believe that same person, she has been

Red and black. It shouldn’t startle me, but it did. Cause some of them were lewdly drawn. If you have no idea about Ralph Romano–consider yourself lucky among a limited amount of people, cause Ralph Romano’s disaster. A living alive spawn of satan–no–the devil himself. He paint with blood and conveys screams in his paintings, he was a world-renowned artist respected by many as well as feared. Including me. I hated him.