Crazy Painter Novels & Stories

She lamented. My heart clenched in a subtle panic, but I quickly subdued it. "A ghost isn't needed in our garden, Celine. A mysterious tiger could destroy our den." I felt troubled. "That painter... We can't let him stay." Celine pulled out a picture from her bag. It was a picture of a young, handsome man with long black hair and a clear forehead. He looked calm and clean but that was the problem. A signed painter with no history. He crept out less than a year ago, signed with my empire, and, like a fertilized plant, spurted aggressively.

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.

Regan could only shake his head slowly while a faint, wry smile touched his lips as he rounded the car to the driver's seat. No wonder Alexzandrei Constantine was known as a madman. It was a title worn not with shame, but with a certain perverse pride. Regan had seen it for years. He had seen the effortless charm that could disarm a roomful of sharks, the disarming gentle look in his eyes that made people trust him implicitly. It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath.

The smell of smoky coffee persisted, suggesting that Ava had not been successful in multitasking. In an attempt to capture the intermittent sunlight shining through her dirty apartment window, she held onto a paintbrush and a sputtering mug of coffee in hand. The unbalanced painting, made from reclaimed wood and old nails, was filled with vibrant hues, depicting a distressing scene of emotions that mirrored her current mental state.

I have everything I have ever desired. But the crazy is not done. The rollercoaster might have stop but this is still my crazy normal world. ..................................................

Crazy Wife Gotta be brave! Barry!"I ran inside to hug him so close as more tears ran through my eyes wetting his cloth. No. Mum isn't right. I wouldn't leave Barry. I wouldn't get married again. I refused to be a ball passed around. I refuse to become useless I feel Barry's hand rubbing my back slowly soothing every pain I had. But I cried the more tightening the hug I gave him We might remain like this till God knows when!

So the old man was bored and met the little Cathy. During the conversation, the little Cathy said she wanted to become a painter, and it just so happened that the old man was a painter, he claimed that he was an unknown painter, and he felt that there was no point in continuing to paint one day, and so he stopped painting for a long time.

Let me tell you my one more talent I am an amazing painter . And i used to do painting to relax my mind Okey lets try this. . . . . . . I was lost in my own world painting something But one look to the painting shocked me to some what is painted I painted Aima!!!! How can iii !!??? Ughhhh! I don't have any control on my body at this time The only thing i know at this moment is Aima I want her know. These beautiful eyes which took my heart at very first sight .

Hehehehe. "Katie, why didn't you participate in Paint like Gogh, Da Vinci and Picasso? Aren't you good at drawing too?" I asked. I was puzzled. She have the talent, though. She has a magical hand too! "I'm not a painter but a designer, Agape. My mind is open for fashions only. My imagination is not as wide as yours." She answered listlessly. Omo, she already has Cakeu Syndrome! I mean, his laziness! She's already infected! Waaaaahhh!

“Quit looking at me and sign the damn papers already. We've got a lot of other things to get to.” I nodded nervously, skimming over the papers quickly, my pen poised over the signature line. It would be fatal to defy my father. Norman Stravkos was a no nonsense man. The head of a powerful underground Mafia gang. A pesky drug lord that evaded the hands of the law like sudden lightening. His word was law, and his actions — unbred chaos.