Painter Of The Night S3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I didn't tell Lian to leave me, and he did exactly what I instructed him. My chest clenched as I carefully sat down on the sofa in front of the transparent glass wall of my flat, where I could see the light below through the clear glass. Because there is no natural light in this room, it is quite dark. The only source of illumination is the moonlight.

The room quieted. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight." Her voice carried. Professional. Warm. "We're honored to present the centerpiece of this collection. A deeply personal work by Miss Sienna Blake. She's titled it 'That Night.'" The assistant pulled away a black cloth. The painting emerged. Gasps. Whispers. Camera flashes. It was large. Overwhelming. Intimate. Two bodies tangled in shadows. Moonlight spilling across bare skin. Sheets twisted. A hand resting on a chest. A window half-open showing city lights beyond.

For a minute suddenly Mike speaks "Yes, I usually work at night times (smirks) I feel the atmosphere of colors during the surroundings are dark and quiet, how about you? Is there any special or just prefer thing why you work at night times?" Then Sam: "Both of them have special reasons and prefer things, since I tried to work at night I observed that when everything is quiet your mind will lend a good focus even though there are times it is quite sleepy but you know the power of coffee," And Mike stops his painting to heat the heater and prepare some coffee, he then asks Sam about his past.

Protect the life they'd built. Tomorrow, she would fight. Tomorrow, she would end this. But tonight, she had this. Her studio. Her paintings. Her quiet. The last night before everything changed. She picked up her brush. Painted until her arm ached. Until the light faded. Until she couldn't see anymore. Tomorrow, she would face whatever was coming. Tonight, she let herself work. —