Romance Artist Novels & Stories

“No. You respect inspiration. Not people.” Mateo looked hurt. “That’s not fair.” “Neither is lying.” Days later, Evelyn discovered something worse. Mateo’s paintings had become popular. Very popular. She visited another gallery exhibition with Ada. And there it was. A huge portrait hanging on the wall. Of her. But the title made her stomach drop. “The Girl Who Didn’t Know.” The description beside the painting mentioned that the artist had painted it during a “complicated relationship.” People around her whispered about the story behind it.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

And I had to follow through on that promise with Daniel, who, if what Kelly said was true, was more fragile than I had realized. Thinking of his enthusiastic responses in bed—and on the living room floor, and in the shower, and that was just a few items checked off my to-do list—fragile didn't quite seem the right word. But then I remembered Daniel's shy habit of hiding his face when he was emotional, or the mind-boggling fact that no one seemed to have ever romanced him before, or his insecurity over my past relationship with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Yes, my boy and his best girl both needed my reassurance, and the sooner and more often, the better. Well, was I an actor or wasn't I? Surely

Red and black. It shouldn’t startle me, but it did. Cause some of them were lewdly drawn. If you have no idea about Ralph Romano–consider yourself lucky among a limited amount of people, cause Ralph Romano’s disaster. A living alive spawn of satan–no–the devil himself. He paint with blood and conveys screams in his paintings, he was a world-renowned artist respected by many as well as feared. Including me. I hated him.

Nice, nice. “Anything for you, babe” Romano leaned back in his chair, smiling “But wait, do you like Giveon? You never mentioned him as one of your favorite artists” She asked the moment she got back to her seat “Well, well…” He began, smiling “You like him, so I like him too” She laughed “I see what you did there” “You're slowly rubbing it off on me” “Isn't that like….. a good thing?” “Yeah, sure, it is” Romano nodded, his expression earnest.

I noticed that Kingston was not beside me. "I stood up and went to the washroom.I collected my toothbrush and brushed my teeth when I was done .I had a quick bath .I guess Kingston already went to work. I came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around my body and bumped into Kingston who held me preventing me from falling.He was dressed for work.He looked like those sexy CEO in romance novels.He looked really great in his suit.Well Kingston is so handsome and is good at manipulating people like he did to me.

I came back to myself when I heard a maid's knock and what she said. “Uh...” I cleared my throat.. "Just let them come up here to my room." I said in a rather strong voice but had no appetite to talk more. “Alright, miss,” I heard it leave so I took a deep breath and went to my vanity mirror. When my personal artist came in I gave her a friendly smile before telling her to start. She was talking while doing make-up with me but my mind was flying to another dimension. “Your complexion is really beautiful, Miss Hailey. So only light make up really suits you. Angelic.” I smiled at what he said while looking at my own reflection in the mirror. “Not like your sister, Miss. Brave. She’s too fierce

He tells me while he sees his ties. “Ouch!” I say angrily. “What nonsense.” I said, very upset by what he just told me. “The best thing you can give to a dead person is to always remember them for what they were. “This is not a movie, Miss Jefferson.” He tells me, looking at me seriously. “It could be a movie, don't you believe in what happens in romantic movies?” I asked him, confident that the world is not so bad and maybe it can be as beautiful as movies.