Amity Fanart Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was unlike all the other portraits that were hung in the room, it was different. It wasn't obvious and didn't look like it had a literal meaning, the portrait looked majestic in a self-proclaimed kind of way. Not only that, but it had the painting of a lady in white attire, with dark shades on her. She was elegant and had blue eyes. She had a silver wolf close to her, and Ariel eyed suspiciously. “Is she the Luna?” She asked. She wasn't sure who the questions were directed at, but they sure weren't getting any answers. She felt as if she was being watched and her eyes trailed upward to the stairs, as she saw the Alpha, Damien, staring at her.

She added, putting her weight on her elbows that are on the handle of the cart, swinging her feet back and forth. "Lady,have you seen yourself in the mirror? You look so skinny, you need to eat meat. Keep eating grass then I'd expect you to look like a skeleton next month." After so many battles between beef and lamb, Amy placed both on it in the cart. "And about that guy you are talking about, be careful, he might be a teenager looking all grown with eyeliners, piercing and black fingernails and black lipstick. I won't support you falling in love with a emo kid, that's pedophile by any chance and just old school." Amy chuckled.

“I hate when you talk about crafting of any sorts, don’t tell me any thing about that subject “. She giggled cutely. “I think you only hate it cause you failed it “. “And I failed it cause I hate it, period” “Hey guys”. A high tone cheer erupted as Amaya stepped into the classroom going over to meet her two close friends. Amaya Knights. The only child of Lucas and Chloe knights. With her blonde hair, and brown beautiful eyes, she is often thought as a sweetheart but she is quite the opposite. She often dons the character of her mother as she is quite the troublesome type. “Oh great, it’s Amaya “. Jana muttered un happily. She wasn’t that excited to see her.

Amy asked. "You still love him so much," Joan said and Amy smiled only without saying a word. Ever since Amy got home, she couldn't stop thinking about the image of Broderick in only a towel and she couldn't even take the image of his long and hard dick that was glaring through his towel off his mind so she resorted to clicking on his I*******m page to drool on his hot pictures. "I can see it in your face," Joan sat back and smiled," don't worry, he will be fully yours soon."

Her eyes widened, taking in the breathtaking painting before her. Her breath caught in her throat as she studied the vibrant colors and masterful brushstrokes. The painting depicted a serene garden, filled with blooming flowers and dappled sunlight. The brushwork was gentle yet confident, capturing the essence of nature's beauty. "Raymond, this... it's incredible," Amelia murmured, her voice laced with awe. "Did you... paint this?" Raymond nodded, a mix of pride and vulnerability in his eyes. "Yes, Amelia. I painted it for you. It's my way of expressing the depth of our friendship, the beauty I see in you."

"Seeing how much access you'll permit." "None," Amity said firmly as she unlocked the door. "Absolutely none." Her dressing room was spacious and elegant, with the Crystal Voice already set up on its stand near the window. Fresh flowers filled a vase on the dressing table, not from the venue management, Jake noted, but from Liam and David, according to the card. "Are you okay?" Jake asked once they were alone. Amity nodded, setting down her bag. "Better than okay, actually. Seeing him just confirmed what I already knew, whatever I once felt is completely gone."

Once they had their fill of fun, the children ran back to Amy excitedly. Just as they were about to speak, a lady with a sketchpad approached them. “Ma’am, I really like how your family looks, so I made a sketch of all of you. I hope you like it.” She handed over a piece of paper. On the paper, Night and Star were depicted feeding the pigeons, with Aiden and Amy watching them from the side. Although it was just a black and white sketch, the layout and artistry conveyed a sense of warmth and coziness. Amy fell in love with it at first sight, which made her overlook what the lady had said to her.

As the only two girls on the twelfth floor, they bonded very closely, sometimes even sharing late-night meals together. Amity is currently a second-year student studying business management at X University on a scholarship, hoping to get into one of the very few large companies. She dreams of one day winning the jackpot, which in this case means a man of high status. Vivian thought this was very funny, it sounded like she was filming a love movie, Amity even announced for fun that she would definitely become the main character in the film.

Dammit, there was no way I was going to get these three to leave, especially if they knew that I was going to do something that they considered fun. "Wow, Amya." Pam continued, letting her eyes trail along Amya’s body, which was being shown perfectly due to her tracksuit. "You’ve got one hell of a figure." "You think so?" Amya asked, striking a pose. "I feel that it could be better." "Nope, you’re perfect, doll." Pam assured, giving Amya a flirtatious wink. "Enough," I huffed, pulling Amya closer. "Why is it that everyone wants to flirt with my mate?"

It doesn't explain why I'm staring at Bianca like I want to pull her by the hair and scream. My best friend's eyes widen as she takes in my expression and she gently tugs her hand away from my steel grip, resting both hands on my shoulders. "We've never, Amy. And we won't. He's not attracted to me. Trust me, I know these things." "And what if he is?" My voice comes out really tiny and I hate it. She scoffs "Well, no promise of earth shattering sex with the Angel is going to make me agree to it. I made you a promise, remember? Besides, Adam's tongue can send a woman to heaven and–"