Painter Of The Night Plot Novels & Stories

Jon mumbled. "And that undisclosed buyer is me," said Dante smiling widely, his sharp teeth glistening in the dim room. "Let's see if you can guess who painted the next one." Dante walked eagerly to the next painting, his cane tapping on the wooden floor like a one-legged giant insect. He likewise turned on the pin lights and the painting exploded in colors of bright red and burnt sienna. "This painting is something I really like. Tell me what you think?" The second painting showed a half-naked man with eyes opened wide as if in a crazed state. In his hand was something that looked like a severed human arm while blood was seen dripping from his mouth. He appeared to be in a desert and faint

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

This painting held so many memories that I didn't know how I moved from my seat or how I stood before the painting caressing it. “It's the original work of the not so famous artist, and mafia heir, may his soul rest in peace, Devon,” someone explained behind me, I didn't care to turn… I didn't want to, knowing that the fallen house of Devon was entirely my fault. I had played along with them, then at the last minute I struck, erasing the only mafia family that accepted me, except the Xavier's — it was my duty. I had to. My hands trembled as I felt the beautiful and smooth texture of the painting. I stared at the black and white painting; a little girl staring into a dark tunnel while holding

He ordered the driver to return home. Upon opening the door, he was greeted by the maid. "Where's Mrs. Harper? Still sleeping?" The maid stammered, "Y-yes," and tried to stop him from going upstairs. Cody sensed something was off. He pushed her aside and rushed upstairs. "Jenny! I don't blame you for the bomb, okay? Now we're even. Let bygones be bygones." But when he opened the door, the room was empty. He then realized that all of Jenny's belongings had been packed into suitcases.

“We had a contract. I was her painter. That’s all.We weren’t friends.” Barnes studied her face. “Then why would an heiress call a freelance artist in the middle of the night? Especially when you are not ‘friends’” He made air quotes in sarcasm but Lena was too tired to get annoyed. “I don’t know.” Barnes exhaled through his nose as he slid a photograph across the sheets. The image was grainy and a bit blurry but it was unmistakably her and Amara on the cliffs.The headline stamped below it read:

Steele felt determined to find it. ***** Meanwhile, at the helm of a clock tower, a young man stood, looking over the city. His face was taut and angry, his muscles flexed and his teeth ground in irritation. With a swift turn, he threw a dart at a picture, plastered on the wall behind him, breathing fire as he took in the face of the one true enemy. He’d been so close, everything was playing according to plan and within hours, all his labor was reduced to nothing. Just like him, he succeeded in bringing a flawless plan to the ground. Dead, forgotten, and useless.

Trying to concentrate on my laptop, Beatrix wanted more, it was written all over her, the way she walked towards the painting, it was obvious she had no interest in them, her pretence wasn't working only her seductive acts worked 'Sent' The moment I saw that on my screen, my heart leapt for joy and I slowly turned off my laptop and pushed it aside. Taking slow steps towards Beatrix, I stopped just a breath away "I don't just want to spend a night with you" I said controlling my breath but her reply broke me!

Once the final item was secured and returned to its rightful place he would finally be at peace and enjoy the life he yearned so desperately for. He stood up from his seat for a second with a word of excuse from the guests with whom he shared his table, his seat partner was a particularly beautiful woman and as the night went on he hoped to win her over with his charm. He walked away and made as if to go to the cabin where the toilets were but once he was sure no one was looking he veered off toward the short stairs that led to the second cabin where the rooms were located. If he was correct the painting was on its way to an auction. News had it that Lazaros Plapoutas was the man to look out

she had yearned for this time all day to be alone. And after years of planning. tonight she did not want to plan what she was going to paint, and she didn't want to know what the end product was, but she merely took a brush, and paint and started working on a clean canvas. She worked until her hands went numb. she labored on that canvas for six hours straight. for her, this was more than just painting. she bared her soul on that canvas. it was close to midnight by the time she turned off the lights and dragged herself to bed. all things considered, it was a perfect day.

I said and turned to walk away but he held my arms. I turned back and stared at his glistering eyes. Oh my Gosh! Why is this guy so handsome like this?? Like, why do I keep crushing on him again and again? Could this be love or just lust?? Gosh! I’m so confused. “Really?” He asked after a prolonged silence “Yeah,” I said and stared away immediately. “Okay,” He said and released my arms. “What about you? How was your night?” I finally asked “It’s interesting,” He replied and I furrowed my brow.