Amity Fanart Novels & Stories

At that moment, his soul knew meeting this girl was not an accident. “Done!” Aimee heartily smiled as she finished drizzling sprinkles on the icing of the cupcakes. One-by-one, she placed them on a decorative tray to display on the counter. Holding the tray’s handles with both hands, she turned around only to freeze on the spot. Someone was staring and smiling at her. Before she could even move, her eyes were immediately captivated by his manly smile. 'The most beautiful smile she had ever seen in her entire life,' she thought. He looked stunning with his pepper stubble and deep brown eyes.

I murmur, leaning back against the pillows. Amelia is simple, loyal to a fault, and utterly infatuated with her crippled Alpha. It is written all over her scent. "Would you like something to pass the time, Ms. Nightbane?" she asks, adjusting the blanket. "A historical scroll, or perhaps a romance saga?" "Actually, do you have a charcoal pencil and some thick parchment?" Amelia blinks in surprise. "Are you an artist?" "I design the team uniforms and protective gear for the professional leagues," I explain, a small smirk playing on my lips. "I need to keep my hands busy, or my wolf will go stir-crazy."

Gray followed Sherry's hand and saw her, Ammit blushed when he looked at him, but didn't forget to say hello - Gray-sama, how are you? - YES. Gray nodded once, he recognized her. She is a close friend of his cousin Ella. - Gray, she scolded me. Sherry saw that the situation was not right and added fuel to the fire. - I scold you? Did she aim? Ammit did not weakly refute her words, but seeing her clinging to him and not letting go, Ammit felt a little uncomfortable. Gray saw Ammit's uncomfortable expression, so he pushed Sherry away and went to her side and asked

She loves to draw, and would make art everyday. As I tried to go through them, I examined them slowly. Amy would actually draw about the people who she actually cared for in her life. There were a lot of drawings that depicted me and her; holding hands together. There was this one drawing also that contained the image of me, Amy, and Noah. The drawing depicted the three of us walking in a zoo, surrounded by animal pens. Adorable. .

For an hour, Mia almost forgot there was a war. A little girl tugged on her sleeve. "Miss Mia." She knelt down. "Yes?" The little girl held up a drawing. A stick figure with black hair standing beside another taller figure. "That's you and your husband." Mia smiled. "And who's this tiny one?" "Me." "You made me prettier than I really am." The girl giggled. "No. Uncle Mark looks scary, so I had to make you pretty." Even Mia laughed. Across the hallway, Mark pretended not to hear.

The first wall, the one facing the door, is hung with an enormous picture of the full moon, flanked by two portraits of me that I didn't even know Amy had taken. Above the triptych, the name of the exhibition is embossed in simple black lettering: Complete. "Amy, what is this?" I ask, but I already know the answer. In response, she just smiles before slipping her hand in mine and leading me around the room. The rest of the show is just as astonishing. Every photo depicts a different scene caught unawares, and so many of the faces are familiar. I see our elder, Kai, accepting a handmade gift from a child in our pack. I see Seth and Soriah, ahnds clasped tightly with the fervour of a newly-mat

All throughout the ride back to Tech Town, Felix was unable to get rid of the warm feelings that were stirring at the pit of his stomach. At first, he had no idea why something as simple as a crudely drawn smiley face on a mediocre stack of pancakes had made both him and Amy smile. It had taken him a couple of minutes to remember that Rose liked to draw smiley faces on sticky notes and leave them for him to find when she sensed that he was in a bad mood. Considering the kind of person he was and the kind of life he lived, he had gotten a ton of sticky notes with smiley faces over the years. At Amy’s insistence – not that she had to as he was going to do so anyways – he had left a huge tip fo

Azariah laughed, of course he can't remember the exactly floor it was, there were over a 15 floors in his hotel and he was on the level 15 floor. "Woah...that's…" Amy opened her mouth before proceeding to close it back. In a more accurate sense, she was short of words. She really was like a confused artist, every time she painted him a certain picture, it would not be what she expected, and she would paint over it again, each paint and stroke standing for a character and now, she had painted a rainbow. She just finished stamping him as a ruthless CEO who didn't accept mistakes but now he was showing her that he was an animal lover.

Rain laughed as she took Amy's hand and went inside. Soon it was time for Dominic to leave. He was here just for a day. So he brought no luggage and just a bag. "You should have stayed longer.", Rain stated. "Next time. I promise.", Dominic stated. "Come here love.", Dominic called Amy. Amy went to him without hesitation. Dominic took out a pendant and clasped it onto Amy's neck. It had 'A' written on it and a small symbol of flame. It was indeed beautiful. "You are fire. Let others burn for you and with you as you blaze for them.", Dominic stated as he kissed Amy's forehead who was busy admiring the pendant.

" Sister Ame, you should be careful of that woman. For some reason, I feel like she doesn't have good intentions, even her behavior is odd. As if she is up to something. Please look out for yourself " Amelia nodded as she picked up the sweet donut and put it on her plate. " Whether she had the bad intention or bad behavior, if she again bump into me, I will surely gonna pour so much water on her ", Said Amelia in a narcissistic tone. Arsha was ready with her plan. And her target was none other than Damian, the new kind of Lycan empire. With a seductive innocent smile on her face, she approached Damian who was standing in the corner and having some discussion with his brother.