Novel & Cerita Aki Hayakawa Fanart

This was the first time Yoshiki came to this world and someone knocked on the door rather politely, wondering who the person responsible may be. Yoshiki walked up to the door and opened it. There standing behind it was a man, long black hair, one eye wearing an eye patch, and very tall, and next to him was a woman, black long hair, a straight elegant nose, almond blue eyes, Aria kade, cannon fodder 2.0.

Jea Hwa spoke trying to relive what it would be like to venture into the entertainment industry. "Actually I'm a paint Artist, you might know me by the name Misty Hue." "The Misty Hue? I love your work! Especially the one where you turned a whole bungalow into an art piece dedicated to 'INUYASHA'." "It's nice to meet someone who appreciates that art. It got overshadowed by the glass paint art but it's still my personal favorite." Luna emphasised with pride. "Yeah your artwork is great and everything." Effie lilted.

She made a grab for the tube but Iwaoka was quick to hold it above her reach, a sly smirk forming on his mouth. “Must you do that?” she huffed with a glare, letting her arm fall to her side. Faline refused to jump for it. She had more dignity than that. Plus, if she did, it would only encourage him. Keeping it out of reach, Iwaoka twisted the tube open and pulled out the painting. As he unrolled it, the painting was revealed to be of Astora the Halequin spreading its wings as if it was ready to soar in the sky, daring the wind to overthrow it. A gleeful grin lit his face as he recognized the painting. He had commissioned it as a birthday present for Faline years back.

Harvey retorted. “He asked me to hit him. None of you are deaf; you should’ve heard him. I only satisfied his perverted request. “What? Are you people jealous or something? If that’s the case, then slap him yourselves. “We’ll be equal after that.” Harvey grinned, angering the Islanders in an instant. ‘Equal? That’s how you use that word?’ Ayaka pulled out a firearm and took off the safety. “You bastard!” she snarled, pointing the firearm at Harvey. “I’ll kill you! I’ll avenge Young Master Yamato here!”

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commissioned piece from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy when she agreed to make a book cover for me, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

Sakura muttered, staring at the ceiling of her room. “Why am I not sleepy? I thought after a full day of work and the nomikai, I’d pass out…” She shifted to her left. Then her right. Still wide awake. Like a child too excited for tomorrow’s field trip—unable to sleep because something fun is waiting. Feeling a little silly, she opened Heri’s I*******m. His feed was filled with snapshots: blue skies, airplane cockpits, Subaru cars, an orange cat, cityscapes from faraway places.

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

Haru Sakura said, “He is, isn’t he? I would love to paint him.” “You paint?” I asked. “Yeah,” she said. Close by, Conrad said, “All the paintings and photographs at the penthouse are hers.” He gave a thumbs-up. “She’s great, right?” I nodded. “Yeah.” Isaac said, “I paint too. Digitally, that is. My hobby is designing characters.” “Really?” Hayden asked. “Yep,” Isaac said. “Hey, you wanna see my stuff?”

With or without my consent or approval. Sighing, I leaned back into the chair and whipped out my phone. I didn't know what else to say to the driver. And there was this artist I had been viewing his works in the media. He was amazing. Asian portrait artist Kimura Hakira. He had this odd way of tugging at heartstrings with his portraits. I scrolled through his site, viewing the art works he had uploaded when I came across a poster. "No way," I whispered, clicking on the poster. "No freaking way!"

says Ayame and holds Akihiko by his collar. “Um… I thought you were gonna wait for 3 more minutes?” asks Yasuhiro hesitatingly. Ayame looks at him with a demonic face and says- “Well, let’s just say my patience has run out.” “It’s been seconds though…” “Special move: Slap flux!” she says while constantly slapping and whacking his face left and right getting him to wake up. He finally wakes up with a pufferfish like face and says with determination, “Whitsu wan! WI’m Wedy!”