The Stolen Kiss Painting の小説・ストーリー

“I think I like it; tell me about it. “This is also a replica painting; it is a painting by Gustav Klimt created in 1907. The Kiss is an oil painting with added leaf gold. “I don't think I want this; I want an original; I don't want a replica. Can I see some of yours? “I’m currently working on one; it will be available soon. “Alright, can I have your number? We need to catch up. I couldn't say no to Ben; he is an old acquaintance, and besides, he is buying an expensive piece. I gave him my number and he paid for his painting and left. I was relieved when he left. Ben was a handful back then in school and I hated the fact that he would curse me out at the slightest inconvenience. He was going

I whisper against his lips; I feel him tense slightly while his fists ball as he used all of his power to fight the urges. But I had urges of my own which I couldn’t ignore any longer, I crash my lips onto his without even a second thought. Due to this, he saw it as an invitation and kisses back instantly, dominating the kiss. His hands run up my sides as we both get very lost in the moment, but before I had time to blink, he had flipped us over, so he was now on top, and I was under him. I don’t think he enjoyed the feeling that I had power over him in that sense.

I thought this rose-red color would really suit your temperament. [You don’t like them?] I followed up with a crying emoji. [It’s not that I don’t like them. They just don’t fit.] She sent another photo. Sure enough, the slippers looked a bit tight. [Next time you buy me shoes, remember I wear size 43.] I was shocked. Before I could even process that, she sent another photo. [This is also from you?] In the picture, her slender fingers were holding the tail of a sardine.

she told him, rubbing his hands while he tried to think of it. "Oh God Linda, keeping me in suspense, I'm getting married to you soon you know, be nice to your husband to be, okay, " he told her with a small voice and chuckled while she punched his shoulder. "You remember the art in your corridor, the one I saw the day you forcefully kidnapped a woman and claimed to love her. It had a man kneeling and holding a flower which was dripping of blood as he offered it sadly to the woman who was painted wearing a completely black dress and had a smile on her face" she described the painting to him, while he chuckled looking at her.

Stood handsomely and huge on the place, Mort locked his stunned gaze on the maiden who was now unmoved, unblinking, and pupils dilated staring at him. "You are the stranger. My first kiss. That day I did not just steal your first kiss from you...I also stole your painting. God, how could I forget about this important piece? How dare I do that?" Sumire murmured as a single orb of tear cascaded on her cheek. With one big stride, Mort pulled Sumire's waist and kissed her on the lips with longing and full of passion. "I love you," Mort whispered between their half-sealed lips, and the tip of their noses intimately touches. He was about to kiss Sumire again when someone from the three chimpanzees

My eyes slipped close, her fingers grazing my scalp. When we pulled away for air, she had a smirk on her face. "Seriously?" I said, amused. "That's two things on my bucket list, crossed out" she said. I raised a brow. "Kissing me is in your bucket list?" "No. A stolen kiss" she said, grinning from ear to ear. "I wasn't expecting that" I said, laughing. "Yeah, that's why it's called a stolen kiss" "What's the second one?" "Kissing you when it's snowing" she said, wriggling her brows.

Xavi’s expression turned grim, and he said, “James, my conditions are simple. I need you to return the painting that was stolen from us by the Cadens.” Upon hearing this, James smiled bitterly, and he said, “I’m afraid I’m incapable of accomplishing such a feat. After all, it was my grandfather who stole the painting, not me. Besides, I can’t locate his current whereabouts at the moment.” Looking at James, Xavi uttered word by word, “In that case, have you seen the Four Ancient Paintings?” James shook his head, “No, I’ve only seen the Cadens’ Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside’s Edge.”

she whispered. I crushed her to me. Our mouths met like magnets. No hesitation. No teasing. Just pure, aching need. It was the kind of kiss that stole the breath from your lungs and replaced it with something worse, hope. My hands roamed her bare skin as she backed up, dragging me further into the room. And that’s when I saw it. Paintings. Dozens of them. Lining the walls, leaned against tables, still wet in places. All of me.

She plucked it up, holding it to the window, letting the sun dance across the flawless stone. "This looks expensive," Bella said, her smile turning vicious. "Where did you get it, Elena?" I opened my mouth but nothing came out. My silence ignited her laughter. "You stole it, didn’t you?" "I didn’t steal anything!" I snapped. "Then explain." I hesitated for a moment, can't wrap my head around the mysterious ring appearance on my finger. Bella’s face lit up in triumph. "Thought so. Just like your whore of a mother."

Juliet had clearly seen Eleanor's intent to target Carissa, and preferred not to stay. As Juliet and Rosalind departed, Carissa said, "It seems I've caused trouble for you today, Your Highness. Consider this birthday gift null and void. I'll take back the remains of the painting." She retrieved the torn painting from the steward, her eyes scanning the room, noting the displeased expressions of Dakota and Adelaide. As for Eleanor, her hands gripped the armrests tightly, veins bulging on her forehead. Renowned for her reputation, she had failed to recognize a genuine work by Kyle today—a most humiliating blunder!