Jinx Paintings Novels & Stories

Immediately shaking her head, Jing Gui Fei held tight to Jia mama’s hands as she was lowering herself on the bed. “On the royal family banquet before Chen Qin Wang’s wedding day, I want to present the paintings. The Summer Retreat is for The Emperor, while The First Snow is for Duan Qin Wang and Duan Wang Fei. These two paintings would be my last masterpieces that I made and I want it to create an awe that night.” Jing Gui Fei explained in eagerness. Her eyes looked far away as if she was already imagining the scene that night. “Have you prepared the gifts for Chen Qin Wang and his future wife?” Only after thinking of that matter, Jing Gui Fei turned her gaze towards Jia mama. The latter nod

These included a painting of a rainforest with a lagoon in the center and exquisite wildflowers. Adrienne thought that the paintings matched the room so well that someone painted them for it…a room meant for the princess in the family. “Do you like the paintings?” Her mother asked, noticing how she was admiring the canvasses on the wall. Adrienne nodded. “They’re lovely.” “Jin painted all of them,” her mother said proudly. Adrienne stared at her mother. She couldn’t hide the awe on her face. “It’s his hobby,” her mother revealed. “He’s been painting for this room since he was fifteen, hoping that one day, his big sister would come home, see them… and admire them the way you are doing now.”

It was old but gold. "It was so nice, right?" I told Jinx when I get near a painting. The people inside could be counted and I like the atmosphere because they were just silent, or if they will say something, the would whisper. This place was so respected. And some people was disciplined. It was so admirable. "Yeah, the painter of that was a French." "Yeah, no wonder," I shrugged and stared more at the paintings. Jinx was still holding my hands and he has not any plan of letting it go.

Luckily, I didn’t need to call a cab as when I felt like Jen was getting tired of pushing me in this damned chair we arrived. Jen wheeled me into this grand hall, looking room that is surrounded by paintings by artists I have never heard of before. We come up to a bench that sits in front of a selection of paintings with hummingbirds, and Jen puts my brakes on before walking in front of me to sit down on the bench next to me. These paintings must be the reason why we are here. If I remember correctly, the Jen I used to know has never had an interest in art before or with these buzzy little birds. What is so special about these paintings and birds to catch her attention? It’s then I see it. A

My hair is raised in the most ridiculous style and his hair is slicked back, perfect as ever. I turn it over and in a nice cursive handwriting, the names; Hazel Chestnut and Jamie Johnson are written with a date: July 16th. What does this mean? The lifetime sh*t Jamie spoke of springs easily to mind. So, we reincarnated? That's not something I ever believed in but this seems so real. 'Could be a prank Jamie and Brit are playing on you' my subconscious points out. Yeah, she's right; anyone with a laptop can edit something like this, right?

Puting-puti ang studio na may kaonting dark blue akong inilagay sa ilang parte nito. Dark blue . . . kasing-kulay ng mga mata niya kapag natatamaan ng liwanag. “Ano, pare?” napalingon ako kay Jin na nakangiti habang hawak ang camera na nakasabit sa batok ang strap. “Ilagay na natin mga painting mo para kumpleto na itong Savannah Shrine mo.”

"I'm making a point. You are not thinking like a clever Orangelo and you'd better start because our lives and most especially Lexi's depend on it." "You forget that I'm not a clever Orangelo. I'm a city-dwelling traitor." Jinx snapped. But rather than continuing to yell at the demon, which he really wanted to do, Jinx turned back to the writing on the walls. "There's a bit of Third Dynasty stuff over here, but I think that's all basically translations of the main glyphs."

I reached out and smeared a streak of blue right across his cheekbone, then another down the bridge of his nose. “Lila,” he warned, a low growl of laughter in his chest. “This shirt cost more than your first car.” “Then it’s about to become a masterpiece,” I laughed, grabbing a tube of Crimson and flicking a spray of red across his chest. Jax didn't wait for a second invitation. He grabbed a tube of Titanium White and squeezed it into his palm, lunging for me. I shrieked, darting behind the easel, but he was faster. He caught me by the waist, spinning me around and pressing his paint-covered hand against my neck, the cold, slick sensation making me gasp.

“There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—” “THE PAINTING!” “What?” Jin said, bewildered. Everything was clear now. Just as she thought, the painting had something to do with everything happening. Those moving images she saw weren’t just a hallucination. They were real! “Back at the museum… there was a painting… the Yellow Emperor and the Four Holy Beasts!” Jade said, excitedly. “I knew it! I just knew it!” “Knew what?” Jin was still confused. Jade took a few deep breaths and sat in front of Jin. “I know about the Four Holy Beasts and the Yellow Emperor. I just don’t know how much they figure in all this.”

After being mocked by Jin Dazhong, Xie Qun's face became extremely ugly. Yang Xiao chuckled and said, "I'm sorry, Master Xie, but this painting is really Brother Jin's. Brother Jin will cover all my expenses today, so all the paintings and calligraphy I wrote today will naturally belong to Brother Jin." "What?" When they heard this, the people present were all stupefied. The god in the painting worth at least 70 million yuan was given to Jin Dazhong in vain. Was this guy crazy?