Annie Leonhart Fanart Novels & Stories

" He waves me off. I shake my head and go into the house. In my room, I kick off my heels, pull off my skirt and blouse and throw on some old coveralls and a t shirt. I throw up a blank 12 inch by 24-inch canvas. Filling my oil paint tray, I press play on my Bluetooth speaker. The hard guitar starts 'Just A Girl' by No Doubt. "Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights

He *ssumed. Leonica quickly shook her head with a breathy chuckle. “No, not at all.” She had said those words so freely that she hadn’t expected it to hurt the artist himself. “But my son is... at least he's a fan of the character Sucky Bunny,” Her face once again scrunched up at the character’s name, but she was quick to get rid of the expression. “Does... does that count?” Alistair chuckled and was about to answer her question when Owen beat him to speaking.

"Scarlett." ******

"Now just finishing, and the day after tomorrow I will hand it over to her." "Are you going to hold an event?" "Uhm, I don't think so, just the three of us, Rexton. I think it would be more sacred and full of memories." "You're right, I'll ask Beta Luke to hire a photographer if that's the case." "Yeah, it's good so we have memories." I think the painting with Annette's face is quite good, adding a few touches of color makes the painting even more amazing. Lennon stood up from his seat, he wiped his hands and tidied up the messy paint.

"Alright, let's go over the plan," Theo said and everyone settled down. "Xania," I got up and winked at Leo who was grinning at me. "Well, I've already started with the paintings. I've already recreated two since the time of my 'theory'. Every painting will have a 'mistake' to show that it's a counterfeit, also the canvases are branded. These counterfeits are the three paintings that are the star of the show so-"

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

I looked up from the floor and saw the beautiful brunette from the pictures. "Luna, this is Channing. She has just joined the pack," Allen announced. I saw her nod, then they both kinda zoned out. Probably mind linking. She gasped and quickly kneeled down to me. "What are you doing Lainee?" I heard a muffled voice in the room question. Luna, or Lainee stood up. "I'm kneeling before a warrior wolf. The Alpha of the Black Moon Warriors," she replied awestruck. Before I could even say anything a girl with black hair like Allen's popped out of the room looked at me before bowing like her Luna.