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I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

Annabeth was humming to herself while pulling out all my band t-shirts, making a face at them, and putting them back. “Don’t you have just like, I don’t know, a plain back t-shirt without ANY writing on it?” She asked. Ann suddenly snapped her fingers, “I got it! I’ll be right back!” And with that, she darted out of my room. I shrugged my shoulders as I bent over my bathroom sink to spit out the rest of the toothpaste in my mouth, then I grabbed the mouthwash and rinsed out my mouth that way. I dropped the towel that was wrapped around my body and began wrapping my still wet hair in it, and proceeded to put on underwear and a bra. At that time Annabeth rushed into the room, with a big g

“Meeting at 10. Don’t forget the client file. And thank you again for yesterday—you handled it perfectly.” Anabelle typed back quickly: “Thank you, Jude. See you soon.” She placed her cup down and walked to her small art corner near the window. The easel stood ready, holding a half-finished painting of a sunrise. She picked up a brush and stared at the canvas for a moment. The colors were bright, alive, full of energy. Just like how she felt these days. A soft smile curved her lips as she dipped her brush in orange paint and added strokes to the sky. “I like this,” she murmured. “Peace. Freedom.”

Claiming My Prize II I left Abigail lying there, sated and yearning, and moved to the next door. Chloe, twenty-two, the artist and the free spirit. Her room was a riot of color, canvases stacked against the walls, the scent of oil paints was thick in the air. She sat on a stool, sketching, her long, red hair falling over her shoulder. She looked up, her green eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, narrowing. “Marcus? What in the hell are you doing here?” Her voice was sharp and bold.

Her cinnamon-colored, thick, wavy hair is neatly gathered at the top of her head in a braided bun with a few loose ringlets hanging down around her face and long coils of hair from around her neck draped over her chest. A light dusting of freckles decorates her nose, dotting her cheeks just below her eyes. Her lips are full and rosy pink. Dark, thick lashes line her kind eyes, spotlighting their unique color against her fair, smooth skin. Other than being taller than me and holding herself with a queenly posture, Annabelle could easily pass as my twin sister. Covering my mouth loosely with a trembling hand, I don't realize I am stumbling backward away from the painting until my back bumps in

From the ceiling dangles a waterfall crystal chandelier just above the flower pot. The dining environment is rather cheerful. The butlers and housemaids were serving breakfast as usual as father sat at the head of the table having a delightful conversation with mother, who sat next to him. Luke was about to bite the crimson apple, but Daniel grabbed it from him before he could do so. Jacob, shortly followed by Annabeth, entered the dining room. ***** Annabeth Olivia Knight. Daughter of Beta Jordan. Ever since we were little, she has been my closest friend. Annabeth, or Ann as we call her, has two brothers, Daniel and Jacob. Annabeth is the youngest of the group, followed by Jake and Daniel.

The second girl too removed her cover-ups and gave me a polite smile, "You must be Chloe. I am an-" "Anne! She is Anne!" Noah jumped in. Huh? Why did he do that? "Annabell!" Sophia suddenly exclaimed from her position. "Sophia, no!" I chided her, "bad manners!" "Annabell!" Sophia continued, ignoring me, "she is a human, not a doll!" Annabell, or Anne or whoever she was looked at Sophia in shock, "I am Annabeth actually, but, okay..." So, why did Noah lie? And, why was this all so confusing?