My Little Artinya Novels & Stories

I did not speak English as fluently as I could when I grew up a bit but I was still a rather bright girl, so a few kids around the neighborhood who passed by my house would ask to play with me and I thought I could be friends with them. “Lana, don’t go out by yourself.” I used to hear my mother screamed as she saw me walking pass the gate with the friends and she would grab my hand and took me away from the friends I just met. I think they became scared of my mother in particular so they rarely invited me out again and things became so boring around. I studied and played with the maids or alone, but the dolls were not enough. Even with the computers that existed at the time I was still so bo

“Ayoko nga sabi, kayo na lang muna!” Napakunot ang noo ko nang marinig ang pamilyar na boses, pero mabilis na napailing dahil heto na naman ako sa pamilyar pamilyar na ‘yan, eh. “Ang arte mo namang hayop ka, lukutin ko mukha mo eh!” “Hindi pa ako nakakagawa ng painting ko, gaga!” “Bilis na kasi! Birthday nga ng tropa ko, invited tayo!”

" He waves me off. I shake my head and go into the house. In my room, I kick off my heels, pull off my skirt and blouse and throw on some old coveralls and a t shirt. I throw up a blank 12 inch by 24-inch canvas. Filling my oil paint tray, I press play on my Bluetooth speaker. The hard guitar starts 'Just A Girl' by No Doubt. "Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights

It allows you to come back with a fresh perspective and a new idea that can make all the difference. Once upon a time in a small town, there lived a girl named Luna. Luna was known for her vibrant imagination and her ability to see the beauty in the simplest things. She had a unique way of looking at the world, and it showed in everything she did. Luna was a talented artist and loved expressing herself through her paintings. Her artwork was a reflection of her inner self, filled with vivid colors and bold brushstrokes. People admired Luna's talent, but she often felt a pressure to conform to the expectations of others.

CHAPTER 123 TANYA POV I panicked on seeing Beta frank standing on my front porch while Artie held out the door with his Billy toy I had bought him. The toy was a replica of a man so I bought it to keep him company in case I was out. ‘Why was he here?. How did he find me?. Is Arturo with him’ this were the questions that pondered on my mind. I took hold of Artie stepping backwards, away from the door. If he was here it only meant one thing, Arturo was looking for me.

Lyra barely had time to set the coffee aside before she had an armful of squirming child and faint scent of washable markers. “Hey, pup,” Lyra said, kissing the top of her head. “Redecorating again?” “Art,” Luna corrected, scandalized. “This is important.” “I stand corrected,” Lyra said gravely. “Show me the important art.” Luna wriggled down, grabbed her hand with sticky fingers, and dragged her toward the mural. “This is the bad man,” she said, pointing proudly at the long-mouthed stick figure. “He tried to take me. But Rhea and Mr. Jace said no. And Daddy bit him.”

“You’re close, aren't you? If I dipped my hand down there, I just know I’d find you soaked.” More moans spilled from my lips, shameful and sweet. “Do you want me to make you cum?” I wanted to scream yes. I wanted to beg him for it. The orgasm was approaching like a freight train, and I knew it would be earth-shattering. And then his words struck me. ‘Little Hunter’. The fog snapped. I shoved off him with a burst of hysterical strength, my heart stuttering as I spun around to face the male who’d almost brought me to climax.

“That’s you? No way!” “Guilty.” I blushed slightly while Karina chuckled. “I’ll leave you two to reconnect. You’ll both be giving a presentation later, so do make sure to review the program schedule before lunch.” As Karina disappeared into the hallway, Aria turned to me, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re the artist from New York they have been raving about? The one who did the ‘Silent Meadows’ series?” “It still feels unreal.” I shrugged. “I saw your work and thought it was someone who had lived a thousand lives. It was so beautiful, I should’ve known it was you.”

Natalie's POV: FIVE YEARS LATER: I sat in my art studio, surrounded by canvases covered in several colors. Some were unfinished, while others were completed yet waiting for meaning. I dragged my brush across the canvas, blending hues of deep blue and ivory. Suddenly, the door was pushed open. "Miss Natalie!" A small voice filled the room, followed by hurried footsteps. I turned just as a little boy, no older than six, rushed to my side, clutching a medium-sized whiteboard in his tiny hands. His dark eyes were bright with excitement, his cheeks flushed from running.