Bee Fanart Novels & Stories

He said eyeing Fiona beside me, I gritted my teeth in annoyance "Becca?" Fiona said "Yes, Becca. Hi, I'm Tyler, Becca's brother, and Caden's tattoo artist" the fucker said to Fiona "So you're the one that drew all those beautiful art on his body?" She smiled, I frowned, She didn't even act like She heard Becca's name again "Yes, I drew it all, and It's strange you've seen it, Manchester doesn't allow anyone to see his tattoo, not even Becca" Tyler said

Bee wasn’t sleepy and thus though of an idea. She would sketch out his image and gift it to him when he come back. Little Bee had a gift of drawing and was capable of making some really beautiful portraits. Back in club when she would wake up mid night she would sketch down her visions; there was a whole sketch book dedicated to sketches of Ryan which was still hidden in her room under her bed. Bee yanked her blanket and stepped down the bed; she was determined to make the sketch but just realized that she had nothing for the work- neither paper or pencil or other stationary to do make it.

"Still hate me?" "What could've changed that?" I asked and he chuckled, finally we stood in front of the first original painting of Feng Shen, and it was a landscape filled with colours and different hues, it was a captivating painting but not so hard to copy, believe me, I don't feel so good about doing that but I had my reasons. "Feng Shen is a master," I heard Gwen say to Kim as they stood behind us for a minute. "I would kill to have such a painting in my house, my husband will go nuts if I purchase this," Kim gloated and I looked down smiling, Michael had turned his body a bit to listen in on their conversation as they sold the idea that this is the ultimate painting everyone should hav

FANE Holy shit. Thorne Beckett was still in Crescent Creek, and he was a tattoo artist now. This was the guy I’d had a crush on from the sixth grade all the way through high school. I’d been a sucker for his short-cropped dirty blond hair and those big brown eyes of his.

I open the chat, and there’s a single photo inside that makes my entire body go still. Jake. And a girl, maybe fifteen, with the same tired eyes and pursed mouth. His sister. They’re standing next to each other, smiling cheekily, and there’s a sash across her body with the words Birthday Girl written on it. I can make the faint silhouette of a cake in the dark backdrop. My hand flies over my lips as I open the profile. It has no followers or posts. I click back to the chat. Someone is typing. [Jake’s sister.]

Look there, huh? - Of course I understand, Heitor", I pointed to the TV, "That one there, in the red and blue clothes is Steve Rogers, Captain America. The one that turns green is the Hulk and the woman ah, she is the Black Widow, there is also the Iron Man Tony Stark ... Even though I was 28 years old I was a superhero fan. I loved the whole universe of super powers, fighting evil and all that stuff. I want a power to end Miguel's race...good idea