Painter Of The Night Seungho Novels & Stories

And she was stunned. Each piece was breathtaking. One of the paintings was the one he had painted in the dark the other night, and now she saw how beautiful it looked under proper lighting. It captured the dusk view from the veranda with remarkable detail. Her eyes moved to the second painting. It looked like the universe itself—filled with stars, and she noticed that twelve constellations were delicately painted, along with the moon and Earth. She recognized some of the zodiac signs.

Finally, his eyes turn towards the radio turning it on as he dives by the empty road ahead of him. “The actor Hi is coming back from to one year break from her acting career, she posted on the hintagram about it with the selfie on the set holding the cup of coffee." turning his car into another road filled with forest on either side of it. "The new drama she has signed for 'Painting your canvas with love' is the psychological thriller novel by W.TK. Starting Kato Akihito and Eve about two boys who love to paint, what is the dark secret story hidden behind the painting?” the host said.

Min-a stared at him in disbelief, turning to stare at Seung-ho to see his reaction, but the older man was having a good time tapping off the infectious excited energy that Myung-Dae exuded. “Imagine,” Myung-Dae went to the sealed glass window behind him, stretching his hands out like he was about to pitch a billion-won deal. “You, the young talented, and hot-” “Super hot.” Seung-ho corrected and Myung-Dae gave him an appreciative smile, clapping his hands eagerly. “Super hot, Korea’s number one bad boy, Seo Min-a, is now a talented artist. Then Kwan Seung-ho, the mysterious infamous artist who has always avoided the lens finally gives in to some light he deserves.

The two managers, Brian Keen and Dilays Park, knew each other before, so they greeted each other in a friendly way. Mia: “…” She felt that Peter's boss was not as indecent as Peter Wayne. Peter also walked over and sat beside Mia: "Hello novelist Joan, I'm artist Peter Wayne, nice to meet you." He feels that it is always very interesting when he and her play the role of not knowing each other. Mia calmly nodded: “Hello painter Wayne, I'm Mia Joan. It's nice to meet you too." Peter laughed: "Hopefully we can cooperate happily." Mia nodded politely.

On schedule, today I was empty. And also at the same time, everyone were busy at their own works, Catherine and the others were finishing up their jobs and getting ready to fly to here. Park Zuo Yung, Choi Jin Su and Bang Dae Jung were currently working on the rescue mission. So at these times I am rather free to go around by myself and do what I wanted. I will only be busy starting tomorrow, also Hwang Hwa Young will only get here at these night, for this it will be enough time for me to go to Seoul and meet up with the Artist team that Park Zuo Yung had recruited.

I whisper, His smile is triumphant as he releases me and takes my hand and leads me through the apartment. His bedroom is vast. The ceiling height windows look out on a lit up, high-rise Seoul. The walls are white, and the furnishings are pale blue. The enormous bed is ultra-modern, made of rough, grey wood, like driftwood, four posts, but no canopy. On the wall above it is a stunning painting of the sea. I am quaking like a leaf. This is it. Finally, after all this time, I'm going to do it, with none other than KEI TAEHYUNG. My breath is shallow, and I can't take my eyes off him.

Cody, the most influential figure in the city, was arrested by the police on the spot. Facing reporters, he looked into the cameras with bloodshot eyes. "Jenny, I've avenged you." There was no regret or fear of imprisonment in his eyes. There was only a sense of relief. And I, sitting in front of the screen, changed the channel. The weather forecast segment was on. The new presenter smoothly reported, "According to the latest meteorological data, our city will usher in a snowfall tomorrow, expecting…" I looked out of the window calmly.

But then… he saw it. In the distance of the painting, near a tall tree, was a lone figure with his back turned. The way the coat hung off one arm, the posture, and the way his hand rested in his pocket were unmistakable. It was him. “What the hell…” Devin whispered, his brows furrowing. He stepped closer, jaw tightening. The nameplate beneath the frame read: Artist: Lee Soo-ah Title: “Unseen” “What the actual hell?” Devin muttered under his breath. “He made a damn painting of my back?”