Naruto Paint Novels & Stories

Before her stood a masterpiece born from the depths of her soul, each brushstroke telling a story of resilience, hope, and the unwavering power of love. The painting was a breathtaking portrayal of a serene landscape, with rolling hills bathed in the soft light of dawn. The sky above was a canvas of pastel hues, blending seamlessly from shades of pink and orange to hints of lavender and gold. It was a scene of tranquil beauty, a sanctuary of peace amidst the chaos of the world.

That's it,’ she babbled, falling against him, seeking the comfort of his warmth and solidity. And yet, she still felt terror. She could feel the ripple of blood inside her, see its redness in her mind’s-eye, while everything around them looked so white and unmarked. The rug they crouched on was white. Her clothes were white. Even golden-skinned Nathan, though darker, was immaculate in his naked peerless beauty. ‘But it doesn’t matter, my sweet.’ His voice was soft as his hand slid up her thigh and cradled her silk-covered crotch. ‘I’m a painter. I’m always daubed with colour... My hands get covered with it. So does most of the rest of me, given the way I work.’ She couldn’t see him grinning

"Want to come in?" I nod as he steps aside for me to enter, using my back to close the door. Like I suspected, we're the only ones in the room. Tom too, is not in. Why that gives me a weird feeling in the stomach, I can't say. There's a paint canvas at a corner of the room with a painting on it. Walking closer, I realize the painting is a picture of a Yellow Unicorn. Such strange color for that kind of animal. "Who did this?" I ask Noah.

Not wanting any more tension that was already present, he decided to shift the conversation from Jong-dae. Min-a was only now realizing that truly Kwan Seung-ho was a blunt person to every other person but him. That made him smile. “What’s that?” Min-a asked, coming closer to him. “The paints. Purple, magenta, blue ivy, custard yellow and gray black. They match the same paint printed on our jumpsuit..” Seung-ho dipped his fingers into the cool blue ivy paint. “Come and feel this...it’s so smooth..” he seemed enchanted by the paint so much that Min-a decided to come closer to his side and have a feel, only to feel wet paint splattered across his face.

“Initiate the ritual. Paint me.” He stroked his arousal, and I shook my head, marveling at his absolute lack of restraint. I thrived on his brash, territorial nature. “I desire deep indigos, forest greens, perhaps some violets and a trace of teal.” I playfully arched my back, elevating my hips to tease him, savoring the sharp intake of his breath as I showcased myself. His low, primal growl as I unclipped my bra—letting my breasts sway while I hunted through the crate of colors—made me tremble with anticipation. I seized the indigo pigment and a fine brush, dipping it before turning to trace the ridged topography of his abdominal muscles.

The tension radiated off him like a furnace, thickening the air in the room. Nate finally moved. Without a word, he seized the toys and the note, then stormed out of the room, taking his oppressive aura along. Rio dragged a hand down his face before releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. ......... Sera mixed the colors together, then began to paint with slow, deliberate strokes. Her lips pursed, her focus narrowed entirely on the canvas. Painting after so long felt rejuvenating. She was now realising how much she had missed it.

The day before Lucy, Hector and I had gone into the closest major city to order furniture for the nursery. They delivered it early this morning and I’d taken most of the afternoon unwrapping and placing everything where I wanted it. Yesterday, I’d chosen the paint too, opting for a grayish-blue color. One of our pack members was an artist and I had her come in and paint black line-work on the walls. My theme was moonlight forest. So on one wall was a forest of trees as an accent and then the moon over some grass with flowers on the other. It was simple lines but it came out better than I imagined. It was starting to look like a nursery.

I keep my bags on the floor in front of my room and walk up to him with a nervous smile, not sure of what this is all about. But when I step into the room after him, my jaw quickly hits the floor at the sight around me. “I take it that you like it then,” He says, a smile lacing his voice. “You’re going to have to wait for the paint in that corner to dry first before the room can be fully used.” He points to the right side of the room where there’s a complete nursery mural painting of a dreamy forest scene with soft, pastel coloured trees and foliage.

Yukio laughed. “Does Papa love Mama so much that he needs to see her face while working?” He laughed. I looked at Sora and he was smiling. “Uh why don’t we paint? Do you know how to paint?” “I know a little.” He looked down, embarrassed. Sora stood up and went to his shelf. He gathered pieces of papers and some paint brushes. He handed them to Yukio and we sat down on the floor. “What are you going to paint Mama?” “I’m painting something that makes me happy. What about you?”

His body is everything a female dreams of. Bending down digging into his jeans back pocket removing a small golden round container. He quickly opens the lid giving me the view of a black filling. It isn't powder but like the texture of paint. Understanding looms within me, it is charcoal paint. Taking a step closer to me he dips his fingers in taking it upon his fingers.