Romance Artist Novels & Stories

“My house is not haunted. It just needs some attention.” She stuck out her tongue. "Attention from a priest." Owen chuckled. “Joking aside, Benny, it’s really great you bought this place.” Ben shot Caroline a smug look. “I’m sure the ghosts agree,” she shot back cheerfully. “They’ve probably been lonely.” She cackled as Ben swatted Owen with a paintbrush, smearing green across his chest. By the time they finished the room, all three of them were splattered with paint and exhausted.

Nao asked while his eyes looked straightened on her as calmly. "Oh yes! I'm improving now, maybe one day I will fulfill my dream and put yourself as my gamer character" Loki teased Nao and she shown her portfolio of artworks. "Look! it was all of my characters and this is mine, short dark purple hair, and with the intense look" as Loki pointedly her finger at the proportions of the character. Loki didn't notice, They were so close, and she could heard Nao’s calm voice speaking. "You are a great artist" Nao smiled at her closely and Loki blushed since she was not comfortable when a man so sweet to her.

The moment he caught sight of her, he yanked her into his arms, babbling senselessly. "Charlotte, I'm so glad you've come back to me at last, after all this time… I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy… I swear you'll have nothing but the very best… that's why I've spent five years learning how to sweet-talk a woman, buy her gifts… I'm a good kisser, now! I'll be so good to you! I'll make you feel like the luckiest woman who ever lived! So, please… say you'll be mine, won't you? I really, really, really like you…"

Fix yourself, or don't come back at all! Maya Castellano has won. She's turned my tragedy into her triumph, my destruction into her moment of glory. And the most terrifying part is that she's not even lying. Every word she's saying is technically true, just stripped of context and wrapped in the kind of emotional manipulation that makes people forget to ask the right questions.

"Haven't you ever walked by the magazine section at the Corner Mart? Or glanced at the racks by the checkout line? His face is everywhere!" "I've glanced at the magazines, sure, but I never really look at them. And recently it's all been about royal weddings and such." I tap my finger against Rafe's stubbled cheek. "Is he an actor, then?" "He's done a little acting. Mostly he models these days. And I think he won a motocross competition a few years back. But he was famous before he did any of those things. He's one of the Fontaines." When I don't immediately respond, she continues, "You have to know the Fontaines! They're Hollywood royalty! You know - the Fontaines. Luca, Dante, Giovanna - "

"Why? Why would you go to such lengths to carry out a deception in order to get a job that you don’t want, in a sector in which you have no track record? Was the pay that good?" She exhales. "I want to be a restoration artist, get professional validation." It is a summary of who she is. I stop pacing, putting myself in front of her, towering over her small figure. “Is that supposed to make some kind of sense to me? A governess job is the path to that?” “You are Rafael Lamington. You are known to possess the Lamington Collection, which is one of the most private, secured, and uncataloged collections of pre-Raphaelite and modern art in Europe.”