Quotes On Painting

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

Amanda thought her biggest heartbreak was losing the man she loved to her best friend. But life had more cruel twists in store. After years of betrayal, shattered trust, and painful goodbyes, Amanda is finally rebuilding her life — one brushstroke at a time. But just as healing begins, secrets resurface. Nathan, the man who once broke her heart to protect his own, is back... carrying a past darker than she ever imagined. And Sabrina — her once best friend, now a manipulative ex-wife — isn’t done playing dangerous games. As Amanda’s art gains the attention of the world — and a mysterious new admirer with secrets of his own — she must decide: Does love deserve a second chance, or is she better off painting her future without the shadows of her past?

Seraphina Blackwood discovered the truth on an ordinary Thursday. After years of predawn breakfasts and midnight work sessions, after countless school plays and bedtime stories, her eight year old son had chosen someone else to call family. The other woman had been there all along, slowly taking her place while Sera kept their household afloat. In the courtroom, facing a battle she could win but would destroy her son to fight, Sera did the unthinkable. She gave them everything they wanted. The perfect house. The perfect custody arrangement. The perfect life without her. But when a devoted mother walks away with nothing but her mother's old painting, when she stops fighting for what was taken and starts building something entirely her own, the world had better pay attention. Because some women don't break when they lose everything, because sometimes the only way forward is to allow it all burn down and see what rises from the ashes.