Crazy Artist Novels & Stories

There wasn't a single bit of flab on me. Every man who passed me ended up with a noticeable bulge in his pants. Seeing the thirsty looks in their eyes only stoked my own insatiable cravings. For the longest time, no man had the guts to actually pursue me. It left my desire growing more intense by the day, almost like an addiction, leaving me restless and on edge. After graduation, I decided to head to Merrihaven to find Uncle Mike. He was a neighbor from back home who ran several upscale clubs in the city.

It's just strange since we really aren't anything to each other. I won't lie and say, I'm not starting to have feelings, but he's my boss and I can't tell him how I feel. I need to get these feelings out before I lose what little control I have. I fill my paint tray and turn on my music. I'm painting and dancing as I listen to 'Cooler Than Me.' By Mike Posner. I wiggle my hips, as my brush glides around the canvas. This where I love to be. In front of my easel, listening to tunes and zoning out. Letting the paint come together the way it wants.

The sun had come out and precipitate had taken refuge on our skin. I stared at my hideous creation from where I stood. My best friend, Lucia would cry if she were to see the disaster. She always begged me to be more in touch with my artistic side but I didn't think I had one and the picture in front of me was proof. The still-damp wall stared back at me in mockery. "Wow, you know your way around the paint, don't you?" A smirking Andre walked up to me. "Huh?"

Daisy sincerely said, "You've been wandering outside for too long." "I'm not crazy, okay? I'm very serious about my proposal to you," Axel emphasized, as if wanting to shout it out loud. How could Daisy insist that he was insane? How could Axel endure it? "Do you think I'll believe you?" Daisy said in a mocking tone. "What I'm saying is the truth. I want you to go on a date with me," Axel firmly asserted. "And for heaven's sake, I'm not crazy." "If you're not crazy, then there's an issue with your perception. Not to mention your eyes," Daisy confidently affirmed. "It's best for you to go to the hospital for an examination to avoid prolonging a condition that may be difficult to treat."

I picked up the talents' resumes and flipped through them one by one until a photo made me freeze. The name on the resume was Lauren Spencer from Celestia Theatre Academy. She looked so much like Amelie. Without hesitation, I signed her and scheduled a meeting for the weekend. The weekend arrived quickly, and I was already waiting early at the restaurant. I even mentally rehearsed what I was going to say. Just as I was deep in thought, I heard the chair across from me scrape against the floor, followed by a soft apology. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Scott? I'm so sorry. I was caught in traffic."

Zeke says, looking confused. “Oh, you should be careful who you pay, jock. Might catch the crazy.” I stare at him so shocked at the nastiness coming from Kirk. “Get out,” I manage to say. Kirk ignores me and smugly continues. “You do realize she thinks she’s a shapeshifter right? Swears her accident was the result of a monster crashing her car and attacking her. It’s all in that notebook she clings too. Fucking Crazy man.” Zeke is suddenly up and out of the bed, grabbing Kirk by his shirt. “I thought you were an asshole, but damn, you are the fucking king of assholes.”

She replied and he nodded Smiling. "So have you gotten any? There are lots of companies that would want you in Mystic falls." He said and she scoffed. "I don't think so." She replied holding her bag firmly. "Really? Have you tried Fibre way? They employ people like you almost every time." He stated and she looked at him. "I have been there and I wasn't offered any Job. I was told there Is no Vacancy." She said. "That will change when you meet the owner of the Company, Landon Hernandez. He is the nicest man I have ever met." He said and Kim got frustrated.

He is crazy about Heer, he does not feel ashamed at all for doing such a thing, but is proud of him. This is a slightly shocking case, but a matter of extreme frightening. More dangerous than an angry person is the passion of a crazy person. And now Heer has understood that Sanam's obsession speaks on his head. This passion of Sanam has kept him under his control.

Cara is used to crazy, after all, she is crazy and her dreams are crazy. Cara once dreamt of being a pilot, quite ironic considering the fact she hates heights. Crazy talks and crazy words are no surprise to her but this bomb dropped on her is beyond bonkers. "Wait let me get this straight, you want me to get fat?" Cara does not know if she should be offended or threatened. Was this his grand plan to make her pay for the scene she caused?

They argued all the way home. Back at their own villa, Zachary stormed upstairs with a dark expression. The sound of his door slamming echoed down to the first floor. … Zachary lay on his bed, still fuming. He strode over to his computer desk and opened his Instagram page, skillfully clicking on his only special follow. It was the Instagram account of a comic artist called "Dreamy". This comic artist had created a personal account just a few years ago and had many followers—over 600,000—but had only posted one series.