Novel & Cerita Puppeteer X Bloody Painter

Then he unwrapped a ruffled piece of paper then threw it at her. " Here you go, look at this! Your pictures are all around! Your husband paints you naked then sells it for a very high price! " " Even men at the brothels now look at you and masturbate with his paintings! " " I got this one for a million dollars! That's how high he sells a naked painting of you! " " They call him the blind painter! Blind painter my ass! " Blind? Painter? Cinderella couldn't fathom every information at once. She looked at the piece of drawing, and was amazed.

The more certain he felt, the more excited he became! In the end, Xavier could verify that it was definitely real. This was indeed a painting by Pablo Picasso! A highly rare work of Pablo Picasso! Xavier instantly removed his long-sighted glasses earnestly as he looked at Xyla excitedly. “How much are you going to sell it for?” he asked. “How much are you prepared to buy it for?” Xyla asked. Xavier instantly put up five of his fingers. “Five billion, deal?” Xyla shook her head…

The palette is all darks with Prussian blue, burnt umber, alizarin crimson so deep it looks like dried blood. I load the brush and attack the canvas with strokes that splatter paint across the floor, the easel, and my arms. The image that forms is violent and shapeless, a battlefield rendered in oil, and I don't care what it looks like because I'm not painting for beauty right now. I'm painting to survive what Baker just told me. My father is innocent, Ryan's parents were murdered, Tasha's father paid for the cover-up, and the boy who destroyed my life was a puppet on strings held by the same man who destroyed his.

My hands shivered as she handed the paper over to me. I opened it and showed the most shocking revelation of my life. My hands stiffened and my stomach tightened. What?! Raven used wolves blood to form his paint, and that was the reason it was thick. No wonder the lab technician looked at me in such a way. This could be linked to that hidden room. Could that be the reason for the famine? That was a perfect way to kill the wolves without being blamed. And then used their blood as asphalt paint. Indeed there's no way this painting wouldn't get the attention of those investors.

Understanding Osmond’s shock, she explained, “Alpha asked if I would be willing to undergo the blood bond ritual and become his Luna.” 'Paige,” Osmond said, swallowing hard. His expression changed instantly. “You’re not joking, are you?” Paige laughed softly again. “Of course not, Papa,” she replied, casually crossing her legs. “It seems Alpha is finally realising that his condition is getting worse.” Her smile gradually sharpened. She became more serious. “Just imagine it: I’ve donated my blood three times in six days. Honestly, I don’t think even vampires drink that much blood.”

Liam didn't heed what Andreas said, because he had walked over to a painting and stood there for a while. "Your majesty?" Andreas asked in a low voice and raised his hand to signal for the other guards not to make a sound. "You found something?" Liam traced the edges of the painting with his fingers as he stared straight ahead. There was something bothering him about the painting, especially when Mila's scent ended there. Not only the girl's scent, but also the faint scent of two other vampires, which Liam didn't recognize. "Take this painting down," Liam ordered. He then took a few steps back to let his men do the work.

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

She placed her right hand on the table and smiled. I smiled back, lessening the weirdness between us. What exactly were we going to tell her just for her to spill the truth? I said everything but nothing seem to work, Rue also tried her own but it didn't matter how much she emotionally blackmailed her, nothing seemed to working. She gave us and I was starting to throw in the towel also... Nothing seemed to be working, Mariam was adamant not to tell us a single thing. Her plans appeared to be working, until I noticed the flyers which was hidden in the pages of the books she was holding..

Helplessly, I watched as the nail approached, piercing my skin and burrowing into the nail bed. Waves of agony crashed over me as I saw my own nails split and separate from my flesh. The nails, driven deep by relentless hammering, sank into my fingers, through to my palm. One after another, until nails protruded from the back of my hand, glistening with blood. My screams filled the hollow basement, but they were not done. They grabbed pliers, yanking at the nails still clinging to the nail beds. They did not stop until every nail was torn away, every bone in my fingers shattered...