Romantic Paint Novels & Stories

Umalis din agad si Rion kinagabihan nang matauhan sa naging away nila ng boyfriend niya. Wala naman siyang ibang ginawa kundi ang guluhin ako habang nagpipinta upang libangin ang sarili ko. Dahil nga rin sa kaniya ay nakatapos ako ng isang painting. He was the one who suggested that I should try repainting the famous Starry Night of Van Gogh, but in orange and red hues. Wala lang, para maiba lang.

The room seemed to come alive with each stroke of the brush, the walls slowly transforming into a delicate canvas of dreams. Summer painted with a rhythmic, almost meditative grace, her movements guided by the tender love she already felt for her unborn daughter. Osiris, too, embraced the task with a sense of purpose, each stroke a testament to the devotion he held for his growing family. The scent of fresh paint hung in the air, a mixture of promise and potential. It was a scent that spoke of new beginnings, of blank pages waiting to be filled with the stories of a lifetime. Once the walls were adorned with the soft pink hue, they turned their attention to decorating. Summer had chosen a th

Nabaliw na naman ako, mukhang makakalimutan pa yata ang totoong plano. Well, tutal mawawala na naman din siya, sasagarin ko nalang ang pakiramdam nito sa aking kabuuan. I will surely miss everything about him. Especially his touch and kisses. - Agad kong pinasadahan ng tingin ang tahimik na paligid nang magising. Nakatulog pala ako sa pagod. I yawned. Four different paintings hung freely on each corner. Black and white dominated the whole place, and the cove lighting completed its romantic aura.

Erika pulled back the cloth covering the paintings. “They are all painted according to your requirements.” The painting depicted a golden deer celebrating birthdays, adorned with gemstones and powdered gold foil. Even in the dim light, its radiant beauty shone through. Damon held a glass of whiskey, his initial intent to ruin the painting as a way to insult Erika. Yet, as he gazed at the intricate, flawless details, his appreciation for art stopped him. As much as he wanted to lash out, he couldn’t bring himself to defile such a masterpiece.

I was busy looking at my new finished paint. Isa itong babae na may hawak na tangkay ng isang pulang rosas na may matulis na tinik. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ba sa dami ng pwedeng ipinta ay ito pa talaga. Maybe because I find it cool? Napailing na lang ako sa na isip na ‘yon. Kinuha ko muli ang paint brush dahil naisip ko na dagdagan ng kaunting pula ang rosas, na animoy dugong pumapatak mula sa rosas na hawak ng babae. And when I'm done ay agad akong na'pangiti dahil sa ganda ng kinalabasan nito.

malamig kong tanong sa kanya, habang iwas pa din ang mga mata. Nilingon ko ang pamilyar na painting. Ang magulong painting na hindi ko maintindihan ang ibig sabihin. Ang disenyo nitong nababalot ng kulay berde at itim na paint na animo'y sinaboy lamang doon. It's pure abstract and I can't decipher what it means. Ang tanging alam ko lang ay ako ang babaeng nasa gitna, ang nakapulang dress habang nakalingon sa kung saan...

"Tuturuan lang kita magpinta." "O-okay." "Blue. You brought me serenity. And red..." Huminto ang kaniyang kamay. Binaba niya ang paint brush at pallete sa side tabe. Kinapa niya ang kamay ng asawa at masuyong hinawakan ito. "You brought me love..." "A-adi..." Tumayo siya at sunod na kaniyang ginawa ay naglapat ang kanilang labi dalawa.

At halos di ako makagalaw ng bigla ay niyakap niya ako ng mahigpit. "I miss you so much babe" Sabi niya ng bigla sa akin na lalong napatulala sa akin. "Bakit ganito ang nararamdaman ko? Bakit parang ipinagkanulo ako ng aking puso?" usal ko sa isip ko

The three had their businesses, so I was left alone walking down the aisle, watching every piece of art with nothing. Now I noticed that most of the paintings here are painted with red color. At nang ilibot ko ang tingin ko sa paligid, tama nga ako, lahat ng mga paintings ay kulay pula—na para bang iginuhit gamit ang dugo. I stood still, my eyes scanning the museum, taking in the eerie yet captivating atmosphere. Dark. Disturbing. Yet undeniably fascinating. And that’s when I realized—every single piece of art here is erotic.

Umaasa na sa simpleng mga salitang iyon, maiibsan ko 'yung sakit na natamo niya noong mga panahon na pinagtatabuyan ko siya't sinasaktan. He crouched and kissed my lips softly. "I love you too, baby. Always put that on your mind." "I will, Ryu." I smiled and looked at the big painting in front of me. It was a portrait of me. Naked. Romantic, because of the red roses in the background. At dahil na rin sa mga petals ng mga rosas at kandila na nagkalat sa buong silid. I'm sure that those are the scented candles I've been smelling outside near this house.