아티스트 Novels & Stories

"Así es como se maneja un negocio y además necesitamos el dinero de las ventas, así que mantén tu pene en tus pantalones para que no lo toquen. ( That's how a business is ran plus we need the money from the sales, so keep your dick in your pants there not to be touched). " Puede que nos haya dado problemas, pero vale la pena, ¿la has visto? vamos a ganar mucho dinero vendiéndola en la subasta"(She might have given us trouble, but she's worth it have you seen her? well make a lot of money from selling her in the auction) Auction oh my god

“One question at a time, okay? Besides, my boss got that painting about a year ago and he paid very handsomely for it. It will be a miracle to find that artist at the same spot.” Fuck! I told myself not to give up yet. There was still hope. “Do you know his name, at least? I think it will be easier to find him with that,” I asked desperately. “I never said it was a man,” Mario stated. “Huh?” “The artist is a female. She signs the name A.T on every painting but no one knows what it means. I do know her name has nothing to do with the initials. It's Sally Chan.”

"The place on the hill?" "Yes." "Who's this, Tom is this you-you asshole? I don't have time to play games...." "Hey, I don't know who the fuck Tom is, but I'm sitting outside the gate. I wanna see this place today." "Oh-oh sorry sir, so sorry. I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes. What's your name?" "Kyle Clancy." 'Clancy, you any relation to old man Clancy?" "I guess." He hung up the phone before the man could ask him his life story.

Everything with a hint of cold was me. Humming my favorite tune of Pied Piper by BTS, a Korean boy group band, I dried myself off with a towel. Wearing my clothes for the day, I tied my wet hair in a messy bun. Wet hair and buns is the best combo. Applying a little bit of makeup which consisted of blush, mascara and a lip gloss with a maroon shade of matte lipstick in the middle of the lower lip made my look complete. Atlas I wore my golden rings on the middle and index fingers, a pair of small hoops and my favorite pendant which was gifted by my father when I was little. Basically I never took the pendant off. It was a part of me. The pendant had the letters V&C on it.

I get a few looks from some guys, but they're nothing compared to Alessandro. Alessandro also gets some looks from girls standing at the bar with their breasts half out. The music fills the room and purple strobe lights are dancing everywhere, We find a booth to sit in while Lynn grabs our drinks "Strippers?" I question gazing over to the naked dancers on poles just next to us. "I'm not looking at them, they just bring in good money," He explains, and I sigh. "Look at me I do as he said and stare into those beautiful brown eyes of his.

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

"My name is Dylan." The guy shouted through the music. I smiled at him and nodded my head, telling him I heard what he said. "I'm Carmela." He pulled me by my waist and I yelped at his action. His arms snaked around my waist making me stiff under his touch. He smiled at me, not a scary nor friendly smile.

Heavy stock, embossed lettering. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Julian Harcourt. Fine Artist. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> My stomach dropped. This was the artist. The one whose work was currently hanging all around us. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You're Harcourt," I said. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I am. And you are?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Adrian Volkov." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">