She-Art
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"She is art." Nicolas would say to himself while perfecting the contours of her face with a charcoal pencil. He was fifteen then and Andrea, a strong-willed girl who he came to know as his foster sister, was the only person that brought peace into his hazy and chaotic world.Their lives intertwined with such beautiful slowness but the pair were ripped apart just as quickly, leaving Nico's already damaged soul to bleed and bruise even more. What would happened if they crossed paths again? For Nico, it would be the best day of his life. But for Andy, it'd be the polar opposite. Nico has yet to redeem himself after breaking a promise of helping her find her long lost brother, Brent, by pushing her away and leaving her on the streets to fend for herself. He went from being the foster brother she rely on to a sworn enemy she vowed to avoid like a plague Thus, when they do meet Nico desperately begs for forgiveness but Andy doesn't seem adamant in accepting his apology. Will they set aside their differences to fix a bigger dilemma? Which is finding Andy's brother. Copyright© June 2017 All Rights Reserved
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Théo once painted his world in colors no one else dared to mix. But the fire that fueled his palette burned out, leaving only muted tones, smudges of regret, and canvases he couldn't finish. When his world collided with Camile, it wasn't a gentle sketch. It was bold strokes, messy layers, intoxicating pigments bleeding into each other-everything they should wash away but can't. Every conversation unfurls like a cinematic tableau: smoky rooms clouded with turpentine, half-finished canvases leaning against cracked walls, egos smeared raw, and midnight arguments that drip into tangled sheets. They stain each other. She primes him back into art. He splatters her into chaos. Together, they are a living canvas of love, lust, and ruin-too volatile to preserve, too magnetic to paint over. But how long can two fractured artists keep layering each other in color before the canvas finally tears?

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