Love Hurts And So Does Art Novels & Stories

If he could do that to a Luna, what does he have in mind for a princess? Half an hour later, Ryker wiped his member with a tissue and zipped his pant. “She is a sweet one, keep her as one of my breeders.” Ryker said. My eyes went wide in fear, we were not safe. I knew just too well the fate of breeders, they are often molested and maltreated. I have seen the pain my father’s breeders go through and I felt pity for the young wolf. I could only watch as the guards dragged her naked body away from the room.

For we had not only found our purpose but also each other, creating a love story that unfolded on the canvas of our shared passion. And as we stand on the stage, bathed in the glow of a mesmerized audience, I take Nathaniel's hand in mine, feeling the warmth and love that has carried us through every triumph and tribulation. Together, we continue to paint the world with our art, guided by the belief that through creativity, we can shape a better future—a future where love, art, and the power of the human spirit triumph above all else. ******************* As our artistry flourished and our love story continued to unfold, a new twist emerged in our lives, shattering the tranquility we had foun

"Oh, Kil, I'm so sorry. You can win her over. Just open up your walls a bit let people in sometimes." "I'm not a lover. I'm a fighter!" Gosh, why did I feel so stupid saying that? "hahaha, hahaha, oh gosh! That was the best! Can you repeat it for me? I'm not a lover; I am a fighter" Treena mocked me repeated what I said in what she claims is my voice. I fell back into my chair, defeated. She'd never accept me. I'm damaged. I'm hard and unforgiving!

Andrew I was looking outside of my room's window just seeing the wonderful art by nature always makes me happy somehow the big blue sky, the blue ocean, the green mountains, beautiful birds always help me to calm my anger but this time it was not helping me, my anger was just growing inside of me day by day. I never felt so helpless I have everything but still, I can't have her, why? I ask myself that question many times I can't focus on any other thing except her.

I hope you aren’t living in a world full of lies at all. Oh, I saw your new artwork its just amazing beautiful as if I have been taken into a different world. I wanted to meet you but I knew you didnt want to after what I really did to your mother. After what I did to your mother, I know you still hate me that much that you want to kill me.

To My Lovely Readers, This previous week I lost my dearest Mom and niece, for now, help me to keep reading and remain for a meantime, and can't wait to write again for an update. Hope you understand. Thank you so much. I've always admired arts for their mesmerizing beauty that brightens up this world, they taught me that a simple art can make you feel something even just by looking at them. That's when I knew I wasn't wrong when I considered him as an art. By staring at his glimmering eyes, that's when I found the most aesthetic art. Thru his eyes, he lightens up the dimmed and doomed place I was once in. He was the colorful painting and I was the lifeless and monochromatic one in a museum.

An Artist. . . Does Arts help humanity to evolve and survive? We have only one life to life, how can we contribute? Why contribute? Because life is too good to not make it last longer and be better. Not everybody knows how good life is. They are losing too much. Do it. Why me? Because I love and want to love more and be loved. Love is . . . Definitely not only sexual and physical things. It is when you want the best for someone as ah entire.

A love that is like our atmosphere, once damaged, can never be brought back to what it was before. Just like in a fairytale, there is a princess in danger and a prince who saves her. But still, we all know that there is no happily ever after. The story will go on as long as they live. There is also a love that is like a painting; you can only see it in your memories as the one who was painted is now gone. Some love gave us hope, Some love makes us hurt. Some love neutralizes our feelings; it never hurts us, but it still never gives us happiness. Just like the air, we know it is there, but we can’t see it.

"Get rid of that scowl right now." "We're not scowling," they chanted. "You really are." I told them flatly. "Don't argue, just do it. Relax. Trace won't run unless you give him a reason to." "He hates us." "He doesn't." I stated firmly. "He thinks you hate him. It's a vicious cycle, a very horrible one for the three of you." "He doesn't hate us?" "Kids don't tend to really hate because they don't know enough to be able to sustain that strong of an emotion. You two have serious trust issues." I grumbled. "Though, since you are royals, that's understandable."

"A love that transcends time, that haunts our dreams. It's a reminder that love, once found, never truly leaves us." Raven's eyes filled with tears, the melody touching a chord within her. "I feel it, Shade. It's like a voice from the past, calling out, reminding us of what was, what could have been." Shade pulled her close, his voice a whisper. "Art has a way of doing that, Raven. It reaches into our soul, pulling out emotions we didn't know we had. It's a reflection of our innermost being." With each explanation, with each piece, Shade revealed more of himself. He shared stories of his own attempts at art, his successes, his failures, his relentless pursuit of perfection.