Jinx Paintings Novels & Stories

Elizabeth pursed her lips, "I don't know if he can really disentangle himself from the past, or when he can do it." "You know that although Zena has done something wrong, she is good at painting. Since she has kept those paintings for a long time, those paintings must be excellent." "Xavier is famous now. If he could see the paintings earlier, he might become more famous and earn more money. Maybe he is not short of money, but his state of mind is different now. Perhaps, those paintings can make him the second Van Gogh." Hearing what she said, James naturally understood what she was hesitating about.

“Even the toys are black, white, and gray.” “Like I said. Creepy.” I lean on the door frame and hope she will get her fill of the room soon. “And no hemoglobin hiding anywhere.” “What’s under there?” She points to a cloth covered painting on the wall above the changing table. “Don’t know. Never looked.” I go to the painting and pull the dusty cloth down. Underneath is a large painting. In beautiful green script letters, it says, ‘The jewel of our eye’ under that it says ‘Zara Zhade’. Flourishes that match the furniture fill the background of the painting. In between her first and middle name is a silhouette of a howling wolf. From behind me, I hear a little gasp.

These boys aren’t known for their originality, after all, and it is one hell of an effort to remember a woman’s name, huh? Zoe swallowed her sigh, and stayed focused on being polite. These strangers had just done her a massive favor, and they hadn’t done a single goddamn thing to hurt or offend her. Reminding herself to dial down the bitch vibe, she shook the second man’s hand now, offered him a small smile. “I’m Jinx,” he said, his green eyes somehow cool and sultry at the same time. She stared into them, feeling like she was looking at a crisp, sunny spring morning. “We’re glad you’re here. Maybe you’ll do me the honor of doing my next tattoo?”

"Haist. Magpapapicture ng kami. Para mamatay ka sa ingit." "Che! Eh, matagal ng humihingi ng appointment ang Dad ko sa pamilya ng mga Vicious pero never nila paunlakan." "Ang hina kasi ng Daddy mo." 😑😑😑 Ano bang meron sa Jin na yun?... Tao rin din yun...tulad nila. Ay ewan. Room 666. Tama nga katapat ng painting... ni Jin...kung makatitig para kang titirisin eh.

"Alright, let's go over the plan," Theo said and everyone settled down. "Xania," I got up and winked at Leo who was grinning at me. "Well, I've already started with the paintings. I've already recreated two since the time of my 'theory'. Every painting will have a 'mistake' to show that it's a counterfeit, also the canvases are branded. These counterfeits are the three paintings that are the star of the show so-"

After parting with Baby Zetty, Jenson came to Peach Blossom County’s auction platform. He handed the Nine Paintings he had prepared in advance to the person in charge of the auction platform and said, "I’d like to use your auction platform to auction off a precious treasure. Of course, I’ll pay you a lot of money for that, but you need to publicize this widely."

“Please extend my thanks to your Pack’s old Alpha Tim.” Rina stared at the painting in disbelief. The figures on the canvas looked lifelike, full of power and rhythm, a perfect blend of strength and grace—clearly a masterpiece and undoubtedly valuable. Compared to it, her so-called fine wine instantly lost all luster. Mr. Johnson had always loved calligraphy and painting, and this gift catered perfectly to his taste—it delighted him. However, some werewolves in the room clearly couldn’t accept the turn of events. One of them even blurted out, “Miss Smith, are you giving Mr. Johnson a fake?”

"I know, I know. Don't worry about it." Grandma sighed. I heard my cousin, Katie Woods, ask Siena, "Hey, Siena, is that jinx from your family not coming?" "No, she's not coming. My family has been unlucky lately. She's staying in the old house, hiding away." Katie seemed relieved. "Good. I don't want to be anywhere near her. It's the New Year. Don't need to catch any bad luck." My lips curled up in a humorless smile as my heart sank into a cold void.

Its walls were adorned with paintings of various sizes, depicting ancient battles, portraits, moon rituals, abstract beauty, natural scenery and mysterious forest landscapes. At the centre of the room stood a large, recently installed canvas. It became Lennon’s focus the moment he entered. He stepped forward and approached the painting. He stopped directly in front of it and studied it slowly and intensely. The painting depicted a pack of wolves in half-shadowed forms standing beneath a dense night sky. Only a faint light was visible, slipping through the clouds, revealing eyes that glowed calmly yet alertly. Lennon raised one hand as if to touch the painting, but stopped a centimetre from t

It bumped against the pier with a hollow thud. Jinx didn't wait for the gangplank. She vaulted over the railing, landing on the concrete. She looked awful. Her tactical gear was shredded, her face was gaunt, and her left arm was in a sling. But she was grinning. "You guys are hard to find," she rasped, walking toward us. "I had to bribe three smugglers and a parrot just to get the coordinates to this rock." "You're late," Ashren said, crossing his arms. But I saw the relief in his posture.