Belladonna Book Fanart Novels & Stories

Bella barely winces as she remains hunched over her chair, looking serene and nearly relaxed except for the constant chatter going on between her and the woman wielding the tattoo gun. She has decided to get a heavily shaded Calla lily, no extra colors added, but the outline alone promises to yield a stunning, elegant flower to soon bloom on her back. Meanwhile Carlos is busy sketching the dragon on my arm, and we don't really talk that much - then again I get the impression he's equally amused about Bella and his daughter giggling and laughing away like old friends, and I don't feel like breaking his concentration. It's fascinating to watch him

I felt his eyes, dark and heavy, feeding off my pain. “You expect anything else from a weakling?” Laurene’s voice slithered through the air like poison. The entire diner fell silent. And then— A loud, violent growl. Abaddon moved so fast, I barely processed it. One second, Laurene was smugly nestled against him. The next, his hand was wrapped around her throat. “Say that again,” he said, his voice sharp, inhuman. “And I’ll feed you your tongue.” Laurene gasped, clawing at his fingers, eyes wide with terror.

Then, after staring wordlessly at Angelina for a while, she finally passed the sketchbook to her stepmother. With a big smile on her face, Angelina opened the book, taking some time to admire the perfect replication of the same garden they were seated in once again and profoundly praise Isabella in an awed tone before flipping to the next page. And that was when her smile faltered a bit because on that page, was a drawing of a vaguely familiar woman's face but with the body structure of a devil. Angelina couldn't help but giggle when she saw that. "O M G! What's this? I must say you're a very, very good artist Bella but what in the name of all that's holy is this? A she-devil?"

There, in the shadowy corner of the room, something began to take form. At first, it was just a vague outline—distorted and wavering like smoke. But then, as if pulled from the darkness itself, a figure emerged. It was the lady, she was draped in a wine dress, her eyes glowing faintly with an eerie light. Her pale lips curled into a sinister smile. "You wanted to see me, didn’t you?" she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Well, here I am." Jerry stepped back, fear etched across his face. But I refused to move.

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

He saw that the cover had ‘Caiden Silver’ written on it. Raising a brow, he flipped it open and his heart dropped. The word ‘Die’ was written in different fonts with blobs of red paint splattered across the page. Corbin flipped the page over, and his eyes widened, on the second page was a drawing of an arm which was slit open and written on the arm was ‘Caiden Silver.’ The third picture had a pack of sixteen wolves drawn on it, eating a person and on that person's body was written ‘Me’ as if the ‘me’s’ were colouring it. Each wolf had a name written on them representing all his siblings and parents in the drawing.

Belinda said, “It’s been so long since you’ve set foot in our house. You barely come to any parties.” “I’m as I used to be, afraid of parties more than dying.” Belinda chuckled. My gaze landed on the painting on the countertop, a scenery of a cabin near a fountain, with much detail and precision. “That’s a beautiful painting,” I said to the blonde. “Did you make it?” She hesitantly bobbed her head. “I hear you paint too.” “I used to,” I admitted, averting my eyes to Belinda. “These are my granddaughters. Arabella,” she pointed at the brunette and then at the blonde, “and Mariella.”

The left and right side of the art piece has two horrifying voids of darkness fighting over this blank spot. The informant moves his fingers. “The deed first.” The king of pirates gives a smirk and places it down on the bar with a hand on it. Vado’s crew watches and a lot of them stand at the attention. The redhead pulls out her pistol and then slams it on the deed. “Me, my crew did all the work. I need some…insurance.” The redhead captain speaks in a deep tone while eyeing the other captain up and down. Vados thinks to himself for a moment but soon enough he leers his eyes over to a crew member. A woman that has multiple tattoos, his own deckhand. She has the same ink as Gardax as do most d

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Sarin stood looked at himself before looking at Fallon and me, "Blair-Boo is that you or Belladonna?" "Does it sound like I'm anyone other than Blair-Boo. I'm so angry with you Sarin what the fuck is wrong with you!" "I can't die and because Belladonna saved you so I'm a walking corpse, Blair! I feel everything you do and I wash it away with all these drugs to feel numb and sleep so I don't have to feel you. I hear you when you're in the darkness. I cut out my heart once and all it did was grow right back."