Cute Paintings For Your Boyfriend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I hate how he’s so quick to say the words I want to censor, “Alright, I’ll wait until Saturday. How many paintings are you showing?” “Just three. But one is more popular than the other two. People resonated a lot with the saddest one,” I laugh bitterly, “And it’s probably my favorite painting ever, I go to stare at it every chance I get.” “So you don’t go there to see your boyfriend? You like the painting more?” Farrow asks, his chair moving a little closer. I take a deep breath and finally turn my head to look at him. He’s right there, a few inches from me.

I say out loud which makes Vivi drop her cutlery on the table. “Oh really? Tell me more,” we make eye contact and I can tell she is not happy with the way her lips are pursed with a frown. “If he had started sooner, he would have made it big in the art industry, but he has always been doubtful of his art. Mrs. Brookes, your son paints beautifully, I would know because one of his paintings is hung in my living room.” Quiet descends in the room and Tristan looks at me with a shocked expression. “What?” I shrug. “My boyfriend has such an amazing talent and if I don’t have it in my living room, what kind of girlfriend will that make me be?”

He looks like he wants to throw his hands all over her. "Caleb Hunt." She starts. "You are the love of my life. And the reason I make fun of your paintings all the time is because I'm a jealous cùnt. I hate that I have to share your heart with your art. Sometimes I don't know who you love more. Me or your paintings?" "The paintings." He teases. "But atleast most of the paintings are all about you." "Yuck, you are a simp!" She teases. "But a very talented simp. That's why I bought you a bunch of painting material. It's in your painting room. You can check it later."

He loves blue just like me. "You made me fall in love with the color" he said and a smiled shyly. "How?" "The first day I saw you, you were in all blue, I started liking the color since then" he said and I smiled brightly. A frame hangimg on the wall caught my attention, it was a painting of me and a white wolf, it looked so beautiful. "Did you make that?" I asked. "Yes love, when I thought you were just human and we wouldn't be mates, I painted that wishing you are a werewolf and a lot more" he walked to his closet and brought out more paintings of me. I look so beautiful in these, he painted me with so much love.

I whisper allowing a tear to drop from my eyes. "I miss him, too. But this will be our way of saying goodbye to him so he can be free of this torture." He whispers, kissing my hair. He takes the paint cans as I take the paint brushes. "Let's paint the hopscotch." I suggest walking towards it. We begin painting it yellow, trying not to cry. Afterwards, we paint the name Luca over it. I smile at the artwork. I've always been shitty at art. "I know that this is probably an horrible time," he begins next to me in the car. "But would you like to make things official and be my girlfriend?" He asks showing me a necklace that looked more expensive than me.

She gulped when he walked near her side and she noticed his muscles tightening when he assessed the paintings. Cyril never knew that the heart he had numbed years ago could actually move and hurt again. But it did, and damn the way it did made him frown deeply palming his chest the moment she looked at her paintings. As expected from a defined and clean creator like her, her every painting was near to perfection. He did find a few mistakes in them but they were still far better than the others in his eyes. And what caught his eyes were the one word written in the end of every painting. it actually depicted the stages of love.

"Even if I had little respect for you and even thought about considering a new friendships with you in the future, all that does when you choose to stand with Quinn and make it seem as though something happened between us, you even drew me naked. What sort of sick Bastard are you?" "The drawing was a gift" "And you think that the best time to hide it to me was now, you ruined my relationship with him" "It was nothing recent" "What?" I shook my head. "Why are you talking about?" "Remember when you told me to get my paintings skills Into action, I could make tons of money from it, I put it into use when we were together, I never told you about it, it was going to be a surprise and that painti

After that he proceeded to work. “Hmm, Miss Berdin, sharp edges but a great start,” I nodded and smiled at him. “But it made the drawing more attractive. The shading is good too, some parts still need improvements but it's easy. Very good and your subject is really gorgeous,” he commented. “Boyfriend?” he asked so suddenly that I couldn’t answer right away. Tanya then answered for me but he told him that Lucas is my boyfriend. My face heated out of embarrassment on Lucas, he’s not my boyfriend. I don’t want him to think I was spreading lies about us.

In my defense, they were not posted closely, and I was struggling to scroll up and down comparing them. I went back to the boyfriend's page, and found a few more of his pictures. I poured myself a neat brandy and sat comfortably on my couch and started studying him. His pictures to be more factual. I think we've already established that his eyes are quite stunning. It's like staring at glowing hot honey, under a scorching sun, if that makes any sense. His blonde curls looked soft enough to want to run my fingers through them. In one of the pictures he has stuck his tongue out mischievously, his eyes closed, with his hands cupping each side of his face.

Her eyes widened, taking in the breathtaking painting before her. Her breath caught in her throat as she studied the vibrant colors and masterful brushstrokes. The painting depicted a serene garden, filled with blooming flowers and dappled sunlight. The brushwork was gentle yet confident, capturing the essence of nature's beauty. "Raymond, this... it's incredible," Amelia murmured, her voice laced with awe. "Did you... paint this?" Raymond nodded, a mix of pride and vulnerability in his eyes. "Yes, Amelia. I painted it for you. It's my way of expressing the depth of our friendship, the beauty I see in you."