My Wife's Lovers Painting Novels & Stories

•••• Author's note: "His wife is my lover" is being updated too.

I look him in the eyes as I tell him the story. "The artist never really made this painting. His lover , inspired him. It is said that the artist gave his lover a lot of lipsticks and asked her to kiss the canvas . Over and over again. It represents the love artist had for her." I say and add," I think it represents how he will never have enough of her and thier endless feelings for each other. The use of different lipsticks says that no matter which form , he will always be with her and their connection will never break because of that. It is quite inspirational. " "You like it ." He says it as a fact.

As I watched Phillip and Maria being driven away in the garbage truck, I found myself genuinely looking forward to seeing Stella's reaction when she found out who was really dead. I called Mom and Dad to confirm they were safe, then contacted a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. Just then, the cops showed up. "We suspect the couple who fell off the cliff yesterday were murdered. Could you tell us what you know?" It turned out Phillip and Maria hadn't slipped by accident. Someone had swapped their hiking map.

" At the market about half an hour ago. As for the last question though, I have absolutely no idea. " Frowning, Hunter crossed his arms, studying his brother's face as if by doing so, he'd get all the answers he so desperately wanted. It wasn't shocking that Havoc didn't know his mate's identity, it was a large kingdom after all, and apart from wolves, tigers were the most prevalent in terms of numbers. It could have been anyone of the many females. " You let her go after finding her? I know commitment isn't your strong suit but this isn't a game, "

“In two years of marriage, you’ve only touched me twice. And those times, you were drunk. I had to beg you—force you even—just to feel like your wife.” “That’s why you cheated,” he said coldly. “Because I wouldn’t touch you.” I flinched. “For your information,” he added harshly, “I never loved you. I have never loved you. And I never will.” My knees buckled slightly. “I have always loved Fiona. Long before you showed up and came between us.” My heart cracked. “That’s why I don’t find you attractive. That’s why I couldn’t touch you,” he continued, his voice like a knife. “Fiona said you had a small brain. And I believed her. Only someone foolish wouldn’t have seen the handwriting on the wall.

"This painting is inspired by the beauty and complexity of human relationships. It's called 'Twisted Reflection.'" Liam and Jake exchanged curious glances, captivated by the resemblance between the painted woman and Jake himself. Lucas noticed their intrigue and shared the story behind his creation. "You see," Lucas began, "this painting represents the duality of love and trust. The woman in the portrait symbolizes the temptations and challenges that can test a relationship. She entices, she provokes, and she tempts the viewer to question their commitment. But in the end, it's up to the couple to find strength in their bond and overcome the obstacles."

Words say she put a curse under it that said that only the chosen ones would see the secret passage and go through it to meet their lover. But why is this a curse, right? Well the problem here is .... Once you step through it and possibly find your mate, you're given two chances : You either take your mate and live like vampires for all the eternity or with you mate beside you find the cure and live like happy humans forever... And blah.. Blahh. Blahh. Stupid legends, not that I believe but my mom still thinks that this mate thing is real. And about the end of the story... The witch and the human... I'll tell it to you next time. " The keeping up with the Kardashians goes on".

I'm glad nobody knows that we seek to make each other suffer. After setting the table, I called in the minister and my husband. "I can see now that you guys are in a springtime of love." The minister's wife said. "What's the springtime of love?" The minister asked. "It's a season when couples can't stop pouring out their love." She answered. "Venessa told me about it." Martin held my hand. I wanted to push his hand away but I smiled at the minister and his wife. "Venessa, what do you like most in your husband?" The minister's wife asked.

Taking a deep breath he walks up to the door knocking trying to take the diplomatic approach until he can't. The door opens and a guard gestures for him to come in. Stepping in he can feel the magic trying to restrain his wolf he growls in his mind trying to keep his cool. Not wanting to alert them that he can't be controlled he follows the guard into a study where there are several witches and her grandfather Adam sitting at a big rectangle table talking amongst themselves looking up as they come into the room. Adam stands ahh Tam good too see ya my boy how are ya. Tam laughs cut the shit old man I want my wife your son says she is here now where is she. Your wife I don't remember any weddi

They trooped to the studio, and right in the middle stood her portrait covered over with a cloth. "You are the first ones to see this, and according to my wife, you'll probably be the only ones," Jasper said, pulling the cloth to reveal his masterpiece. There was complete silence as their friends took in the portrait. Jasper had captured all the emotions she was feeling at that particular time. Feelings of blatant desire and utmost love. Her face flushed with it, her eyes smouldered with it. Jasper's blue velvet robe had slipped and shown part of her breast, and although at the time, when she had sat in the studio, she had been wearing jeans, Jasper had painted her bare leg and foot sticking