Crazy Painter Novels & Stories

Near that painting, a canvas and board was placed. "This crab is waste. Even after this long years, I haven't found you, where are you, mister?" ZouMi muttered to herself. This painting, was none other than, the one four years back, 'Ao Mi' famous painting, 'MindMe'. ZouMi, has been trying to paint the same painting, but wasn't satisfied with the result every time. She replaced the board with a new white sheet, picked the brush and emerged herself in the painting.

He took his phone out and decided to call the one person he knew that pretty much knew that loneliness meant. “I. Hate. Sandra Parker. So much." Was the first greeted he heard. He chuckled. “Ah Catherine, I heard there's a pretty interesting thing that's happening in Japan at the moment." “Yeah? Tell me about it, I'm so tired today." She whined. “I don't even know why I'm working my ass off when I'm filthy rich already and I'm even making Sandra Parker richer because of this promotional business! I paint for myself not for the so called fans, call me ungrateful but seriously, I paint for myself because I enjoy it and it's my passion. The fans come third or fourth. People should put that into

What kind of idiot is he? [Some broke guy trying to scam 130,000 with just 1,300. Why not go rob a bank instead?] People across the internet condemned Nancy's and Erick's behavior. Some even dug up their home address and Erick's workplace. … Concerned citizens began calling Erick's company nonstop, reporting his misconduct in his personal life. They demanded that he be fired.

"Congratulations, Miss Lowe! With a bid of $500,000, you've won the painting titled 'Distant Mountains' by the young artist, Elias Xane!" Applause filled the room as camera flashes focused on the elegant, cool-tempered woman seated in the front row. Jasmine Lowe rose to her feet and personally handed the painting to Lionel Shaw, who sat beside her. Lionel's eyes lit up with a bright smile. "Jasmine, thank you. I can't believe you actually bought it for me just because I casually mentioned I liked it!"

"Sir, there's something unusual in here. The payment you were going to receive for your last song it seems.... less... I guess. I called the producer a couple times but he says it's all correct." As I took a look I too found something peculiar. "Hmm. Your right." I said. "Why don't you get it checked with a CA?" Bhai said walking towards us. Then he turned to the Fangirl snapping his fingers as he got an idea. "Hey, aren't you a CA you said? Why don't you have a look at it?" "Me?" "Her?" I said shooting him a look. "Yeah sure. It'll be such a bother to go to a CA at this point. We already have a CA right here. Why not get it for free? But if you want a fees we can give you ofcourse." Bhai sa

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.

The car almost collided with Ari's car which annoyed her more "Bitch! Do you wanna die? If you wanna die, then die alone!" She yelled on top of her voice from the window side. The driver came to halt and stepped down. Ari also parked her car to deal with that driver. "Who the hell are you to tell me to die! And I'll die, I'll surely take you along!" The driver, Pearl, also yelled! "What a good way of displaying madness. People like you should be in rehabilitation centers, not on the road like this!" Ari said

In his place stood Sheikh Pataudi, the name whispered in fear across borders. His jaw tightened, and then, without warning, he picked up a steel chair and slammed it against the concrete wall. The crash echoed through the basement, dust falling from the ceiling. His chest heaved, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He picked up a bottle, hurled it so hard it shattered against the far wall, glass spraying everywhere. He dragged his fist across the table, knocking down weapons, his knuckles bleeding. A laugh tore from his throat — bitter, wild, unhinged.

“Seriously Sean today I'll see if I can get the time ” I stated . “you keep seeing ,it'll reach a time and the train will have already left ,yull loose a treasure,a handsome guy like me” He stated smirking . “Ohh come on Sean enough with the self praise,spare the girl your boasting ” Cinthia stated walking towards us holding a tray full of dirty utensils.I threw her a knowing smile before gazing at Sean . “You should just go Sally before you make the he tiger wait for his tea ,he hate being kept”

His smile grew wider, when he saw guitars of various types and shapes and several other musical instruments. “Long time no see you here.” Jake turned his head, a woman with long wavy hair, dyed blonde, was smiling sweetly at him. “How are you? You haven't been seen on the television screen for a long time since breaking up with Clarisa.” Jake smiled faintly. “I'm fine.” “No sadness or something?” Jake snorted. “I'm the one who dumped her, why am I the one who's sad?” His feet stepped towards one of the white guitars that had been intrigued him for a long time. “I've stopped being an actor. Want to focus on business and family.”