Crazy Painter Novels & Stories

The member of staff who tried to comfort me said sarcastically, “People need to have common sense. I’ve never seen a man who’s in such a rush to marry a mistress before divorcing his wife!” “That’s right! He has no shame!” “I have to admit, only such shameless women can marry rich men.”

“Why are you explaining? There's nothing special about me and I am not the only one that would be brought to this house. Do you enjoy this? Why don't you just let me go? Why are you holding on like a puppy?“ “What?“ “It's not like we are a real thing. This game should end soon since your family hasn't really bothered you with marrying my sister. We are not real, why are you acting like you're my boyfriend?“ “Because you're MINE!“ That slipped out of his mouth as he couldn't accept letting her go. She stared at him in disbelief. “What? Are you fucking crazy?“ “Yes! I am crazy! I must be out of my damn mind to want you to stay with me! I must be crazy for getting mad when I see you with other

Startled, I looked down at Zavier, who rushed in with a panicked expression. Zavier looked down and saw a paint roller lying quietly on the floor, with scattered sketches all around. "Perfect timing. Pass me the roller." Zavier was confused. "What are you doing, Mr. Scott?" "Today is Amelie's birthday. When we first started dating, she told me she wanted to wake up every day and see the stars." I smiled faintly. Those words made Zavier stop mid-motion. He held the paint roller in the air. "I won't go to the company next week. You handle things for me." I continued painting. "I'm taking Amelie to Maranigan Peak."

“No, I don’t have commitment issues, but I do need to work on embracing this new me. I was attacked by a monster and every full moon I will now turn into one. I am not a lunatic. Or that’s the plan anyway. We have the whole summer to take for ourselves. Like I said, hang out or take a class or something.” “I’m in,” Margo says, smiling. “This sounds like fun.” “Zumba to solve our problems?” Beth repeats, still skeptical. “My God, you are obsessed with Zumba. Okay, okay, we’ll sign up if you want! Geez,” I say laughing as Beth scowls at me, but I swear I see some excitement in her face. “What about you Margo what do you want to do and no judgment will be made.” She looks thoughtful for a mome

" He said, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me slightly. "Thanks," I whispered looking at the girl I was painting staring back at me, her lips were painted red with some of it dripping down her skin. The blue and white waves welled up in her eyes while some of it streamed down her face. I was only starting on her hair, and so far I had grey locks covering part of her face. "What is it that you can't do?" He asked with a smile on his face as he looked at the painting astonished. "Suck dick," I said looking up at him with a grin and he looked back down at me shocked before clearing his throat.

"Larry quickly said. "You're a bozo!"Annie screamed. "A bozo?,well,since it's you, I'm happy to be a bozo. Your bozo."Larry replied. "If I stay with you I will just go crazy!"Annie yelled. "Yes,I will drive you crazy with roses,with care,with red, everything."Larry replied. Annie opened her mouth and glanced sideways then scoffed. She tucked her hair behind her ears and nodded. "I see,for a man who chained me to the her to take advantage of me is really crazy. So why I'm I really shocked?"

He smiles, eyes still on the painting, “Our real mother gave us up for what she thought was a better future too.. so when I heard about this painting, I had to get it.” His voice is soft. I want to pull him into a hug, but he snaps out of it in front of my eyes. “But mothers aren’t supposed to do that. It’s all very bullshit. If you decide to have children, giving them up for a better future is just an excuse.” He turns around and steps into his studio before I get the chance to say anything else. His studio is by far the biggest room in this house, or mansion. And every inch of it is covered in paintings, sculptures from all over the world. My eyes bulge, how does he have so much art?

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 knew that she was a little bit crazy, but that did not bother him, because he knew that he was falling in love with her. Kristen fitted perfectly into his little abode. Adrian had always been afraid to tell people about his passions because he had the tiny fear that they would mock him. It was not unfounded as people could be very cruel. He had hidden his paintings so much so that it had become another life for him, separate from the one with business and law suits.

Alyssa's eyes glazed over at what she read. "Oh my gosh! Is what I'm reading true?" She still couldn't believe what she read. Mr. Gregorio Santillan is a well-known great painter. Almost all of Gregorio's paintings are exhibited in art galleries, it wins an award every year. But year 2016 the artist quit because of his family’s tragedy. Alyssa suddenly felt sadness for the painter. "It's good that Mr. Gregorio looks fine," Alyssa said to herself. She was referring to the painter.