Feyre Painted Novels & Stories

She had always wanted a vanity ever since she was a little girl. She remembered it clearly, the wooden art piece her mom had painted a glorious white to match her small room. But Hannah had never known that it would come with a friend. A "friend" that had a past so chilling, her parents would have known that the red on the bottom of the mirror hadn't been rust. Benjamin Faye had owned it long before her, too bad she had never met him. This is their story.

Ellice Heil was a teenager with a strange ability, such as seeing apparitions and supernaturals. This ability painted terrible memories from her since she was a child, leading to her Father's death because of it. She decided to pretend she can't see the spirits lurking around, well, not until some powerful spirit managed to manipulate her. His name is Kazuo; he resides in a hotel that he believed was where he drew his final breath. Unable to recall his memories, he was confused and lost. He longed for a family he doesn't even remember.

Bradley Oliver Jones was eight years old when he first heard "Phantom of the Opera" in New York.The lights gleaming across the stage, the voices of the performers ringing through the theater in a way that brought tears to the eyes of those listening. A wonderful canvas of brilliance painted bright by the dull colors of the world.The performance brought something wonderful to Bradley Oliver Jones.The theatre brought magic, brought light, brought hope into the mind of a little eight year old kid.A kid now dead set on being on that stage.And suddenly, the world was on fire, and everything was possible.

Alexa. Queen bee. Popular. And above all, secretly mischievous. Devon. Silent rebel. Bike guy. Bad boy When these two cross paths, will sparks ignite, or will thunders roar? When Alexa pranks her boyfriend as revenge for forgetting their date night, everything seems to be fun, except that she pink spray painted the wrong bike. Turns out, it's the school's new student. A handsome devil too, that's seriously pissed with her. When their game of who intimidates who turns into more, Alexa isn't sure if she can trust him with her heart.

René Huang is a French-Chinese Painter who lives in France. He lives alone there when his parents are living in China. He is famous, rich, and handsome. Everything in his life was perfect until finally, unexpected events started happening in his life. He painted some paintings in his sleep, and there was a secret behind them. He wanted to find out the secret, and when he became a guest lecturer in an art university, he met a student who was related to the paintings. Their relationship was not good at first, but when they were investigating the paintings together, the romance started blooming. Note: This novel is inspired by my fanfiction that was posted on another platform. The idea and the story are mines. No plagiarism. Cover by MichelleLeeee

“I won't leave you." The word plays in everyone's ear when they come closer to that luxurious palace. Stood alone in the mysterious woods, covered with horror stories of a famous girl, Lisa Dorling. Even today, when Irene thinks about that terrible scene, her soul trembles. Indeed, the game of deaths, painted in the eyes of blood, is remembered by all three. When Irene and her mates were trapped in the sea descended to the abandoned island. They were left with no choice but to survive in that magnificent palace. But were they aware that once they step in, they will never see tomorrow's sun? They had to rush their sweat and blood just to crave to see the light. Get to know Lisa Dorling and her heart-wrenching story.

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

{Novella) He's a famous Boxer in the nation, not only for his captivating talent but also for his good looks. He's one of the highest-earning sportsmen in the world. People might think he has a perfect life but he isn't happy in his life. He was hurt by someone he loved crazily. She's an optimistic young woman who never puts down her smile because her job demands it. She lives alone with her five-year-old son. Though her world is too small she painted it with all her favorite colors after all those heartbreaks that she has seen in her past. But what happens when she meets her heartbreak again and how she's going to confront her past?

For years, Vampires and Werewolves has coexisted peacefully, despite both supernatural species naturally and genetically designed to hate each other. When Seline Atwood's pack is attacked on a cold winter night, she is embittered and confused. Driven by a thirst for revenge, she decides to devote her entire life to training in order to bring down Ferrara DeMarco, the much-dreaded vampire king who's responsible for her grief. The plan is simple. Seduce and stake him to death. But when she gets to know Ferrara for who he really is — a caring, loving and yet, lonely king — and not the monster he's been painted out to be, she falls in love with him. Is there a chance that he wasn't the one responsible for the attack on her pack? Most importantly, is there a chance that their love could sail through the storms of complications and enemies on it's path?

When my cousin, Rita Pike, brings her boyfriend, Benny Booker, home to meet her parents, I get labelled as a freeloader for some reason. As soon as Benny steps through the front door, he shoots me a disdainful glance. "You're the cousin who refuses to move out of my girlfriend's villa, right?" I just stare at him in confusion. Yes, I do live in this villa. But my parents have left this property to me as a part of my assets. My name is the one printed on the property deed. Heck, I'm the one who told my butler to give Rita a room to stay here! Why is it that I'm painted as the poor relative who refuses to move out now that she's dating another man?