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Sugar Daddies Taste Sweeter

Sugar Daddies Taste Sweeter

“Why do you love art? Not the safe answer you give at gallery openings. The real one.” I hesitated only a moment before the words spilled out. “Because it’s the only place I’ve ever been allowed to be messy. In real life I’m the good daughter, the careful junior curator, the girl who doesn’t cause trouble. But when I sketch at 3 a.m., I draw bodies surrendering, hands gripping too hard, mouths open in pleasure and pain. I draw power and vulnerability at the same time. Art lets me explore the parts of myself I’m terrified to show anyone.”
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Forbidden flame

Forbidden flame

But honestly, what woman who had been kidnapped with the promise of being murdered would be able to fucking sleep? The longer I lay there in the dark, the more my mind drifted into crazy, scary directions. I tried to find a focus point, a happy place as people called it. I imagined myself in my art studio, listening to music, painting, getting lost in my own little world. The colors, the way it all came together just gave me a sense of tranquility. After Nikolai left-which was what I thought back then-I threw myself into my work. The only difference was I added a bottle of scotch into my creative process. The more time passed with Nikolai being gone, the darker the colors would get, the angr
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Chasing His Divorced Wife

Chasing His Divorced Wife

"I thought about refusing. But turning it down doesn't undo the damage she caused. Using it for something good at least creates some purpose from the pain." "That's mature of you." "Or I'm just tired of letting the past control my choices." Marcus smiled. "That's the Elara I remember from college. The one who didn't take shit from anyone." "She got lost for a while." "But she came back. Stronger." I spent the afternoon finalizing pieces for the show. My new collection was called "Reconstruction"—mixed media pieces about building identity after trauma. They were raw and honest in ways my earlier work hadn't been.
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Sindy Kate

Sindy Kate

“I have plenty of money that I don’t know what to do most of it, and I don’t wanna spend it just for luxury. I can buy a yacht, do a party every night, and sleep with different women, but that’s not me. I prefer serenity. I love sex, don’t get me wrong, but I choose to sleep with my girlfriend or someone I like other than with a woman I barely know.” After saying my side, she just stared at me as if I transformed into an alien. “What?” I asked when she hadn’t said a word. Westley kept staring at me, her eyes enormous. This time, there was a minuscule of admiration glittering in them. I spoke again. “I was planning on opening an art gallery once I get back. I already asked someone to look for
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Via's Masterpiece

Via's Masterpiece

They are cartoon characters, the abstract paintings of distorted face-shaped women and men, the colored-pencil art of celebrity portraits, the oil pastel sketches of body parts such as hands, feet, and eyes, and attempted hyperrealistic paintings. She knows not whether the right decision is to choose hysteria or to strengthen her state of mind. Her artistic creation has been her source of concentration whenever she was in her period of delusion. All of the unreal illusions she sees fade as soon as she begins to think of her talent, create an artwork, or take a look at her previous works. Surprisingly this time, both of them have emerged together.
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Pearls of love

Pearls of love

Stephanie was on the verge of exploding in anger but she mustered up some self-control. She clutched the paintbrush in her hands tightly. She slashed lines upon lines and curves wherever necessary but the therapy wasn't working for her. Painting used to be her go to activity whenever she found herself distressed by anything. It was the final day in Kane's useless ultimatum. She told herself she frankly didn't care but after turning on her mobile number on the previous night, she felt a wave of loneliness overshadow her.
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Claiming Daddy

Claiming Daddy

Stella Over weeks the abused canvas absorbed simmering shards of pained experience gradually transformed to match renewed hope. Tentative brush strokes from Lawrence’s delicate wrist directed bolder riotous colour until a discernible image surfaced from the turmoil once paralysing hand and eye. "I'm finally getting it now." And miraculously the act of creation healed trauma’s lingering bruises somehow. Voice returned to muted wounds so they might strengthen dancing freely under merciful light. The piece we shaped from formless agony portrayed a pale face and straining veins at the crux of choosing bitter untruths for momentary relief, or shouldering short-term darkness to prevent prolonged c
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Destined Alpha of Change

Destined Alpha of Change

She went into trauma counseling to help other children and adolescents who suffered as well. “I got into art as a coping mechanism. It gave me an outlet where I could exert control and imagination. My art was the one area of my life that Calvin couldn’t touch or dictate. It helped to save my sanity. Do you…” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you think that there might be a way that I could teach others to do the same thing?” I smiled proudly and nodded my head. I laced our hands together and rested them on the center console since I was driving.
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Diana Stewart
The first whole series has captivated me from the beginning. I’m trying something new and bouncing between this and Fated Chaos and I’m really enjoying the stories that way. As soon as they cross over and mention something from the other book, I switch books. This way, I don’t know what happens next
Michelle
Shana these 2 new books are your best ones so far and that is really saying something! You are so very talented! These 2 series are even better than the Twilight series in my opinion! Your writing skills are outstanding and your storytelling skills are amazing!! You keep writing & I’ll keep reading!
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What’s Wrong With My Art Coach?

What’s Wrong With My Art Coach?

Eun Hye shook her head, immediately in denial, she didn't want him to know she indeed liked stuffing her throat but not with food. “It’s okay if that's how you relieve stress.” Seung-ho chuckled, looking down at his hands, revealing his full tattoo. “Mine is, I pile up a lot of the stress, then I paint them out on a canvas, using an object to symbolize everything. Then I burn the canvas, pretending I had let go of all the stress.” He looked so serious that Eun Hye couldn't react, trying to stay as positive as ever. “Wouldn’t that expose you to carbon dioxide poison?” She blinked, asking carefully.
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The Mafia's Little Raven

The Mafia's Little Raven

DAMIEN . . I finally saw the depth of the wound driving him. He had nowhere to put it, did he? No way to bleed it out safely. Me, I had paint. Hours spent in the studio, the smell of turpentine always in the air, translating the chaos in my head onto canvas. Slashing colors, heavy textures, figures lost in shadow painting was the only thing that pulled the screaming silence out of me, that let me put the pieces of the wreckage into some kind of order, even if it was just on a surface.
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Reading about self-harm can be tough, but some books handle the topic with incredible sensitivity and depth. 'The Bell Jar' by Sylvia Plath is a classic—it’s raw, poetic, and captures the protagonist’s mental turmoil in a way that feels painfully real. Plath’s semi-autobiographical approach makes it even more haunting. Another one I’d recommend is 'Girl in Pieces' by Kathleen Glasgow. It follows a young girl navigating trauma and self-destructive tendencies, but what stands out is how the story balances darkness with hope. The writing is visceral, almost like you’re feeling every cut alongside the character.

For something more contemporary, 'All the Bright Places' by Jennifer Niven explores mental illness through two teens, one of whom struggles with self-harm. It’s heartbreaking but oddly uplifting in how it portrays human connection. These books aren’t easy reads, but they’re important—they don’t glamorize the subject but instead offer a window into the pain and the slow, messy path toward healing.

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