Life With Picasso Novels & Stories

"Weren't you aware of her life with the Harrises? She was called Mrs. Harris, but no one gave her the time of day, cared about how she felt. Even the fancy clothes and jewels in the closets were just for show, on loan to make her look the part. "Her depression was deep, man. She tried to find something to hold onto and thought maybe a pet that was truly hers could give her some comfort, someone to talk to every day. "However, in the Harris family household, that viper's nest, what pet could she keep? "Dogs and cats were out of the question. She knew if she brought home a dog or a cat, Chester would find a way to get rid of it by morning. "She racked her brain and ended up secretly keeping a

first and, just as Caden predicted, she was paranoid after their disappearance. No amount of reassurance from the kids had an effect. It wasn’t until Augustus suggested March and Rose could watch the twins that Macey even considered going to the party. She felt guilty about forcing them to miss the gathering, but Augustus assured her they weren’t planning to attend anyway. Additionally, Rose and March were eager to spend time with the kids. Caden and Aria enthusiastically agreed. Hemmed in from three sides, Macey finally agreed. Handing her a glass of champagne from a passing server, Augustus led her to where the Picasso was displayed for the night. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a painting. Rathe

I would have joined in, but I didn’t have the money—and I was too proud to ask Raphael for help. So I sat there silently, wondering why we had taken the most expensive seats in the auction house if we weren’t going to buy anything. Just then, the hostess’s voice rang out, sharp and clear. "Now we come to the major reason most of us are here—the highlight of this auction." What could it be? I wondered. I sat up, anticipation building as my curiosity peaked. "A painting by Pablo Picasso," she announced. I wondered which of his paintings it would be. My eyes widened in astonishment as The Old Guitarist (1903–1904) from Picasso’s Blue Period was unveiled.

he said before leaving Michael alone to join the rest. “Look! Eric is coming” Lucy alerted. “Where is your father?” Lucy asked. “He is on his way” he replied. “He is on his way” Eric replied. “How did the meeting go?” His grandfather asked. “Well”. “So who is this Pablo Picasso?” Mr. Linus asked. “One of Peter's old friends from the club. He probably won't remember because he has a poor memory currently” Eric covered up. “Does this mean Peter and Picasso really had something in common?” Lucy asked.

"Mom, both of us were reborn. In the last life, Dad got rich from redevelopment and became a millionaire! He must’ve stolen my luck and deliberately let me go with Dad this time. He’s trying to kill me!" Mom couldn’t make sense of any of it. She thought he had been beaten senseless. But I knew that he had broken. The brutal contrast of reality had shattered him. "Mathias." I slowly walked down the stairs until I stood in front of him. "Do you really think Dad quit gambling on his own?" Mathias froze. "What else could it be?" "I paid for it with my life." I looked him straight in the eyes, speaking each word clearly. "Before I started working, I was diagnosed with late-stage brain cancer.

Tony asked as he looked at me once he finished his story "Oh me? I grew up in a wonderful household, sadly my family ending up dying and leaving me behind, so now I live with my best friend and I'm hoping to move forward with my life," I replied, lying straight through my teeth knowing I couldn't give Tony the truth what so ever, "Sounds like you had it rough too," Tony said as he scooted in closer to me, "Yeah, I guess I did have to a little rough," I replied scootching away from Tony as he got closer and closer to me on the bed. Tony had me trapped against the wall at the head of the bed,

Meanwhile, the couple with the hair in buns were also stunned. The two of them looked as if they had been frozen in place. They felt nothing but shock! “Pablo Picasso… His real work! I can’t believe I’d be able to see a real work of Pablo Picasso while I’m still alive!” The man with the hair in a bun murmured to himself. While he stared at the painting of a deity, he couldn’t help but take a few steps forward… “That’s right… I really can’t believe it…” Mr. Warren was now close to tears.

While the beach balls weren't part of the original sign platform, they added something nice to it and they made for bright and colourful pictures. Their photoshoot in and on the Wildwood sign was probably amongst his favourite moments of the whole trip. It cemented his confidence that he was part of the family. Never ever would he forget or deny his brother Ethan, but they had a family now! The confidence he had in Ethan's sobriety made it so he could faithfully say they had a family. Of all the many pictures they took on everyone's phones, Tony had a clear favourite. Though, before he sent one to Ethan, he'd go through all of them just to be sure it was the best one.

My pinky never fully healed, but it didn't bother me anymore. I married Julian, and by our second year together, we had our daughter. I bought the old company back. After all, it was something I'd fought so hard for. That dark chapter of my life no longer had the power to hold me down anymore. Then, one day, I got a call saying Joanna had been caught. I hurried to the police station, and they showed me a video. Henry was tortured so badly that he was almost unrecognizable, but the date stamp showed it wasn't from this year.

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he whispered, "You're my light." I spent 20 years thinking that if I were dutiful and smart enough, Luca would care for me, and the Rossis would finally acknowledge me. I threw myself into everything—piano, chess, painting, and anything that might make me useful. I handled Luca's business, covered his mistakes, and even risked my life to save him from a car crash. And for all that, I was nothing more than a dog to the Rossi famiglia. The only person who ever treated me like a human being was Luca's mute brother, whom I had ignored for 20 years.