Subaru Artwork Novels & Stories

"I presume everyone here might not have a deep understanding of Arbor's works." Melody took out her phone, and projected several images of artworks onto the big screen. "These are some of Arbor's previous works. As you can see, whether it's a calligraphy piece or an ink painting, the signature is always in the bottom right corner." Jasmine interrupted, "That doesn't prove anything. The signature on Chronicles of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion is also in the bottom right corner." Melody snickered, as she was waiting for this exact response.

I whine. "Then show me." He puffs his chest. "Fine." I say in a defeated tone. I uncover the painting and he walks up to it, one arm wrapped around him and one arm up rubbing his chin. He analyzes the painting. "When will it be finished?" "When I can." I say. "Consider it sold." He turns to me. Stuffing his hands in his pockets. "No. Bastian. My pieces are not for sale." "Everything's for sale, Sammy. Just have to find the right price." He gives a cocky look.

I suggested, "We will do one thing. We will make all our ideas into one and can make a blueprint. So it will be more beautiful and dad will agree." They all felt happy and nodded their heads. That night we all sat, discussed and merged our ideas together and I designed the whole idea like a blue print and the next morning when dad seen that he was amazed by the plan and agreed to us. But, now not only me we all are part in this.

We would usually mate, and a mating bond was always stronger than that agreement that we signed on a wedding paper. “We have no objection.” Alpha Arturo said, looking at him through the corner of his eye. His voice was deep, husky, and hoarse. His power radiated by just seeing his presence, and I could tell that one growl from him would shut a whole room up with no fights or arguments.

covering his mouth with the shocked expression all over his face. “What is the Watanabe hiding and not to forget about the bloody paintings and the sculpture made by him. It's a lot darker than like how can a human be this way? Like just for the art killing real people. Just to turn them into a piece of art” Ren paused running his fingers through his hair. “What a psychopath, it makes me think if his son is this way too if he is he has to take him into custody as soon as we can. Before he decides to flee the place”

"It was time for your car to get a new battery... and we decided 'why stop there?' Do you like it?" "I LOVE it," Rose said. She gave both parents a big kiss, then ran outside wearing just her light baby-doll gown. The car was heavily customized with fender flares, wide oversized low-profile tires, pink mag wheels, a special hood, ground effects, a custom rear end treatment, fringe on the ragtop and a T-top that could be snapped on for cold weather, etc. But the biggest impression was made by the artwork, a custom line-drawing of what was clearly a naked female smurf. The art was both as suggestive, and as unrevealing, as the "naked lady" silhouettes that have adorned the mud flaps on semis f