Angelica Schuyler Fanart Novels & Stories

Arte sighed in response, her eyes involuntarily rolling. For a while, they all chatted and had fun. Arte even had a mini fridge in the room and told them to help themselves to snacks and drinks. Angelica came running over and threw herself at Arte dramatically "Arte, are you really sure I can't marry you when I'm older?" Her little eyes were pleading with so much affection for Artemis, her idol.

The design she made just now was similar to the design that she used to make back then, the images of her doodles and creative messes were evidently engraved onto her mind as memories of those happy times back in the past rushed through her mind in a never-ending loop like a train. Angelica thought that the inspiration that Crystal was talking about was Antony himself, since who else would the so-called ‘Carmilla’ have as an inspiration? Her parents? Her sister? Undoubtedly, the person of inspiration was none other than Angelica Valencia in her own perspective. Of course, Angelica wouldn’t be able to read Crystal’s mind exactly and rack her senses of who the inspiration came from since the d

Alpha Christopher says to the two sprites. “Oh, Funichio. Did you hear that?” Fanella says, quivering in excitement, her hand going to her heart. “Definitely an Alpha.” “He’s very big.” “He looks like he’d be very warm.” Fanella flits over toward Alpha Christopher. “What’s your name, handsome?” “I’m Alpha Christopher. What’s your name, beautiful.” Christopher flirts with Fanella. “Funichio, did you hear that, he thinks I’m beautiful.” “Well, he may be an Alpha, but he obviously has poor eyesight if he thinks you’re beautiful sister.”

But this girl was obviously not our mate. I've grown impatient waiting for my fated mate, I'm 26, and most Alphas have produced an heir by now. Not that it makes me weaker than any other Alpha, but if something happened to me, my pack would fall into the hands of my Beta; not that he's incapable, but he's just that, a Beta. I've toyed around with the idea of a chosen mate, but it just doesn't sit well with me. I want the mate the Moon Goddess picked out for me, my perfect match. The one who can tame my anger and keep me sane.

“If she brings these with her, she can call me Shirley if she wants. Since when do I like sugary crap?” Since Angelica started baking them in the Arciero mansion. I swear, my wife was magical. She had managed to lure everyone close to me into her biggest fans. Except for Giancarlo and Heston, that is. But those two were icebergs and I would rather not have them close to her anyway. First, Klara’s little monsters couldn’t stop talking about her, and now my mother couldn’t take her medicine if it wasn’t given to her by Angelica. I had lost the medicine battle earlier and resorted to waiting for Angelica to return from the foster home. I couldn’t only hope it wouldn’t be too late by the time sh

A beautiful white woman. Angelica was just twenty-one years old. She enjoys being a bitch, sometimes following men and seducing them into giving her money, and sometimes they pay all her bills. She enjoys playing the cute and pretty role. She has long black curly hair, black eyes, a big ass, white smooth skin, she isn't particularly slim, but she has this pretty skin and nice curves. Her lashes were also very long.

Alpha Christopher says to the two sprites. “Oh, Funichio. Did you hear that?” Fanella says, quivering in excitement, her hand going to her heart. “Definitely an Alpha.” “He’s very big.” “He looks like he’d be very warm.” Fanella flits over toward Alpha Christopher. “What’s your name, handsome?” “I’m Alpha Christopher. What’s your name, beautiful.” Christopher flirts with Fanella. “Funichio, did you hear that, he thinks I’m beautiful.” “Well, he may be an Alpha, but he obviously has poor eyesight if he thinks you’re beautiful sister.”

If he was going to kiss me while the girls were asleep just to uphold an image, then he could get his damn face painted. The artist’s eyes widened as he looked at Alaric. “Wait, aren’t you... Alpha Alaric?” Alaric gave a slight nod. “Yes.” The artist’s face lit up. “It’s an honor! I’ll make sure your designs are perfect.” The girls giggled as the artist began to paint delicate butterfly patterns on their cheeks, the colors shimmering under the fairground lights. When it was my turn, I sat patiently as he replicated the design, adding a few extra sparkles across my cheeks and nose. I actually really liked the design, and the girls said it made me look like a fairy princess.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

" Faith was panting lightly. She had probably ran all the way here. She looked at Chloe coldly and stepped forward. "This is the design draft for 'Princess Cecilia'. You're free to take a look at it, everyone. Each of these design drafts have been signed and marked with date and time." Anabella looked at Lucy with a shocked expression. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Are you Alicia, Mrs. Ripley?" Although everyone had the same thought, none of them could believe it. Now that Anabella asked it out loud, the crowd erupted into an uproar. Meanwhile, Tobias stood next to Lucy and stared at her affectionately. He had the idea the moment Lucy said they were made by the same person.