Jinx Paintings Novels & Stories

Nodding, Grandma stated, "Each extra painting is worth five million dollars." The balding man waved at her dismissively. "Money is not a problem." After that, the man rattled off a series of requests, and Grandma painted four paintings for him. This was her first time creating this many paintings at the same time. In my eyes, they all looked the same except for their expressions and some minute details. However, Beth was keenly observing the paintings from the side as if she knew a lot about it. Sometimes, she would discuss it with Grandma.

He opened the cabinet, flicked the switch and when the inside of the cabinet lit up, layers of paintings could be seen, placed under the feet of a small statue of Satan. Gregorio caressed the statue of Satan, offering a short prayer as he offered the two new paintings. Inside the artist's room, a faint growl like a demon can be heard. After praying, he placed the two paintings on top of the other paintings that were there. He returned the paintbrushes to the small box where the blessed power of evil was.

“You don’t mind if I watch you guys paint, right? I will get my hands off the paints, I promise!” Amunie, being the shy girl that she is, lowered her gaze, nodding slowly which made Trixie groan. Even though Trixie rejected the idea, Jenkins just started walking toward Amunie, pretending not to hear his sister. He drags a chair closer to Amunie and looks at her painting. “Not that close, Jenkins!” Trixie shouts which Jenkins ignored again. Amunie painted something like a dark room. Why are they even painting, Jenkin’s asked in his head.

Another person sneered and said, “Him? He doesn't understand calligraphy and painting at all, so how can he find anything good exhibits to participate in the exhibition?” Someone else chimed in and said, “That’s right! I brought a painting last time, and it was a painting by Zideon Chish, a painter from ancient times in Aurous Hill for him to appraise, but guess what he said? He said the painting didn't resemble mountains or water, so it was clearly not the work of a master. I couldn't be bothered with him at all.”

And then I noticed a birthmark resting above his upper lip. Something so delicate on a man who felt dangerous everywhere else. I reached out, my fingers twitching with the urge to touch. I didn’t. Instead, my eyes wandered around the paintings in his room. He painted them all. There was the ‘J’ symbol at the end of each painting. But why did he choose to paint morbid arts? I turned to the other side of the bed to look at my own colorful painting. It was the only one that stood out among everything dark in his room. My instincts flared. My poetic mind was already reading meaning to it.

Looking at the Curse Devil King, Zephyr Khan smiled and threw him to the Curse Devil King. "Hahaha... not bad! I like to eat this!" The spiritual intelligence in this painting was very good for Curse Devil King! If he swallowed it, the power of Curse Devil King could be restored a lot! Moreover! It must have killed many people with such malicious intelligence. Naturally, he would not feel guilty if he swallowed it! After that! Zephyr Khan looked at the painting. Because its spiritual intelligence was expelled, there were some small cracks on it. Moreover! The color of the painting seemed to have become much dimmer, as if it were about to turn into a wisp of smoke and dissipate!

he whispered. I looked toward the center of the gallery. This was the spot for the centerpiece. I had worked on it for weeks in my new studio. I used the high-end oil paints Gideon had sent to the warehouse. I stopped in front of the massive canvas. It was a painting of a broken fence. I had used deep, vibrant colors. I captured the specific way the honey-colored light hit the old wood in Linden Row during a sunset. The fence was falling apart, but the light made it look like gold. It was a painting about things that were hurt but still beautiful. It was a painting about me.

I was born with jinx speech, able to twist even good fortune into disaster. My mentor had sealed my powers in case I abused that ability, which would lead to bad karma. But now, I would take bad karma if it meant making Mark Stanley and Susan York pay for what they did! Still, Susan was furious from being hung up on and bombarded me with voice messages. "Do you think babysitting makes you a big deal, that the world has to suffer your tantrums because of that?! "A petty man like you doesn't even measure up to Mark's little finger!

He understood the situation and kindly said, "There's no rush. I can wait. After all, I'll be worried if someone else restores it." "Thank you for trusting me, Mr. Gabelman Senior." Holly looked up and saw the two paintings she had given Abelin previously. They were framed properly and displayed on the wall. There were Dorian Hodge's "Shadow Scape" and the "Deadwood Jackdaw". They looked lonely on the wall. They were also marked with Zorro's stamp of collection. Seeing how Holly was looking at the paintings, Zorro followed her gaze with his hands behind his back.

Four large paintings hung on the main wall, each one lit perfectly so it seemed to breathe on its own. Her eyes moved across them slowly… and then she saw something that caught her attention immediately. Paintings. And one of the paintings was hers. It was a piece she had finished months ago — a woman standing by a window, half in shadow, half in light. The brushwork showed all the quiet pain and hope she had felt when she painted it. Seeing it here, among the other strong works, made her chest tighten. “Quentin…” she whispered. He stood close behind her, tall and steady. “They selected four paintings this year. Yours was one of them.”