Annabeth Fanart Novels & Stories

The man cleared his throat and introduced with pride, “Miss Laking, these are my friends. All of them are your loyal fans and have come to Alice’s Table this evening because of you!” Gwen and the others stood up hastily, a little panicky and all over the place. “Miss Laking, nice to meet you. I’m Gwen Gonzalez, your ardent fangirl! I’m a Bella!” Annabelle’s fans had a name—they were called Bellas. Annabelle smiled when she heard it. She reeled her gaze in from Zayn and beamed at Gwen. “Miss Gonzalez, nice to meet you too. Thank you for your support.” Gwen pinked and grew more flustered. “No, no, Miss Laking, you’re so gorgeous. You look even better than you do on TV! It’s really my honor to

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

this woman is the archangel of death Azazel he calls her giant woman cause her height is about 8ft 5 and he's about 6'5 so yeah. " no way I spent a lot of time finding you " she only increased her hold on him as he tried to escape being smothered by her . " why are you so clingy with me ? you're worse than Michelle " " I have no idea but it just feels right for some reason," she said as she put a finger to her lips while still holding onto him like some kinda doll. " well I have noticed that it only seems that way with the females though maybe cause you're such a cute Creator?" she said as she patted his head .

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

She fans herself dramatically and I give her a half-smile. Annabelle will be my Beta, assuming that her mate isn’t higher ranked where she’d have to move off with him. She has always been a bit boy obsessed, driven by the idea of that perfect mate and having a happily ever after. It doesn’t help that Franklin indulges her by rushing over to the window and exclaiming, “She’s right, Q! You have the perfect view, and because of the tint on your windows no one can watch us as we ogle. Man, the men and women are gorgeous.””

I quickly removed his hands from mine. “My name is Roman Kael, the Alpha of Fangspire. My inspiration for this project is my late fiancee.” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Anabelle put me through everything I did, she held my hands with this brush and taught me how to navigate the art world. After her death life turned sour and I lost my will to leave again, but I knew I had to move further.” He said loudly, his voice wasn't clear but filled with sadness.

Annabeth Andrews was talking to the class, her eyes were on mine, while her lips were slightly up at the corners, revealing a dazzling smile. So she knew I was standing here? Her hair was dyed black and its volume amazed me. It fell a little under her shoulders, curled at the edges. Big golden earrings in the shape of a triangle and circle were in her ears. A long, multicolor flower dress was complimenting her tall, skinny figure, and comfortable, bright red flats were making her mobile. Her lively eyes were exactly like mine, or mine were like hers. I swallowed, a futile try to remove the dryness from my throat.

“that’s Annabelle.” I turn to see her leaning in the doorway watching me. “I kinda thought so,” I kid and she laughs. “Yeah, hard to tell we are related, huh?” “you both look so much like your mama.” “Yeah. We only got my dad’s eyes.” I put the photo down I was holding and keep looking around. “Who’s the artist?” my curiosity is getting the best of me and Armi would kill me if I didn’t ask. “Anna.” “Whoa, your sister made all these?”

I was sure we couldn't just horn and expect to be let through, so I whipped out my phone. “I'll call her” I told Drake as he parked. “Hey girl” came Annabeth's cheery voice. “Hi Anna. I'm at your place” “Oh. What a pleasant surprise. I'll tell them to let you through.“ Drake manoevered his car through the golden reflective gate. Annabeth was waiting outside the main house, dressed in a cotton lilac bath robe. Her hair was so wrapped in a towel. “Did you just finished taking your bath?“ I asked surprised. Drake walked over to my door but I beat him to it.

Amber’s POV Ethan whistled the second he saw me walk out the gate. Annabelle also got out of the car and rushed to me. She grabbed my right hand and made me twirl while her eyes feasted on my body. “Ooh, mamacita, you look breathtakingly hot tonight!” she confessed. I stopped twirling, took a step away from her, flipped my hair, and began striking poses as though I was on the runway. “I must get this in my gallery,” Ethan said as he pulled out his phone and started taking photos of me. Annabelle also jumped in, and he took photos of us.