The Stolen Kiss Painting Novels & Stories

******* From a distance the three women,were secretly trying to capture everything. "Did he kiss her?" "I don't think he kissed her". "Well I think he did, but he was smarter than us, the picture won't prove anything". ********* Andre straighten up and smiled at shy Arianna. "I realized that the only way to stop you from crying is to kiss you, don't worry it's still professional". "Since when was stealing kisses professional"Arianna murmured angrily at him with a palm on her mouth, colour staining her cheeks pink in embarrassment.

He looked into my eyes, “Until you.” There was a glow when he admitted it, as I found my hand reaching out for his, our fingers lacing together. I drew closer and our breaths met, his lips a few inches from mine, and then we kissed. A kiss charged with desire. The sharp kiss left my heart leaping, but the moment was interrupted when we heard—a man’s cry, hoarse, coming from the ballroom. We ran in to find a crowd that formed around a security team that had taken down a thug, his bloody face screaming, “Galden’s coming for you all!” Chaos mounted, and suddenly a projector sprang to life and an image was projected on the wall — Stefan and me on the balcony, my hand in his, with a caption in bo

She was painting him with her desire, leaving her mark on him as he had left his on her. He sat up, his mouth finding hers for a messy, paint-filled kiss. It was a clash of lips and teeth and tongues, a battle for dominance that he ultimately won. He grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh, smearing paint into her cleft, guiding her movements, controlling her pace. The canvas beneath them was a disaster of color and sweat and bodily fluids. It was the most honest, most primal thing she had ever created.

I ignored them, removing the dust cloth from my porcelain painting. The whispers grew louder, peaking just as a woman stepped forward. She wore a dark purple gown with a plunging neckline, designed to reveal an alluring view. “Piper, you’ve gone too far,” she cried out. “Was stealing my boyfriend not enough? Now you’ve plagiarized my work! This is my baby, my blood and sweat!” Tears streamed down her face, each word dripping with sorrow, tugging at the hearts of the audience. Disdainful and scornful gazes bore into me.

I said and turned to go to my room. Since the night that I gave her a kiss by her door, we have been having our meals together and when no one is looking I steal a few kisses from her. Oh so I thought until I saw Maria catch us one day. She has been over the moon but, the sweetest part is Mika sometimes pulls me back for a longer kiss. That girl has me feeling and doing some strange things I never saw or thought I would do.

She didn't just move away; she recoiled like I was made of live wire. "Is it true?" she whispered. I finally pulled my phone out. It was a video. High definition. No Grain. It showed us in the restricted equipment shed. It showed the stolen paintings. But the person who edited it was a pro. They didn't show the part where I was trying to protect her. They showed us laughing. They made it look like a heist. A game. The caption underneath was a death sentence: Scholarship Sweetheart or Sophisticated Thief? The Bad Boy’s New Partner in Crime.

Noah let him hold the painting and as Adrian looked down at it, he quickly stole a kiss. "Cheater," Adrian called out in feign annoyance while the other laughed. "I will sit down and you can knock yourself out with another one if you want." He offered but his walls were starting to climb back up when he saw the boy shaking his head. "I want to paint you, naked?" Noah pleaded.

Her eyes rolled back, depicting the immense pleasure she was receiving. The painting was raw and undiluted, but there were also a lot of emotions one would feel just staring at the painting. There was love and there was lust but the love overthrew the other. The artist had to be applauded. It was such a wonderful painting. I couldn’t blame Brielle for taking an interest in that one. I picked up the pen and the book beside the painting. The last bid was ten grand. Without hesitation, I wrote down a hundred grand before walking away to find Brielle.

This is an oil painting on canvas mounted on wood, by Michel Angelo Merisi da Caravaggio. Two versions were painted, the first in 1596 and the other presumably in 1597. The first was stolen from the Louvre thirty years ago and disappeared from the map. When something happens on the black market, you usually don't hear about it. The second remains in the museum. Interestingly, the first painting is at the entrance to my room. I take off my jacket and leave it on the bed.

BRIANNA'S POV THE BEST kisser, kiss from the soul, and Michel did it so perfectly he kissed me from the depth of his soul. All I could do was watch, with my fluttering eyelids and fading heart, till soon with my hands warm upon his face I was imitating this beautiful artwork we were both painting. Two lovers in the middle of the park, under a cozy night, stealing kisses while only the night watched.