Bfb Four Fanart Novels & Stories

Unknown POV I love The Fab F.O.U.R. I'm their biggest fan. I have followed them from the beginning of their careers. They are the most perfect girls to ever exist. They all bring something different to the table. Fiona brings the cool element. You can never tell what she's thinking and she always has a calm demeanor. She's always been the hardest to crack. Olivia brings a lightness to the band. She's so caring and never has a bad thought about anyone. She's the ray of sunshine. Uma brings the sexy, badassness to the group. She's fearless and wild. The absolute perfect front woman. And Raquel brings an innocence to the group. She looks so pure, but the girl can deliver a guitar riff that coul

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

“You are favoring it. Ice it tonight.” I nodded. I wanted to lean into him too but Dante was already yelling from the goal line. “Princess! Stop flirting and get your ass over here!” Dante stood in full pads, tattoos flashing under the lights every time he moved. He looked like a weapon that had learned to smile. He tapped his stick on the ice, impatient. I rolled my eyes and pushed off toward him. The second I got close he hooked an arm around my waist and dragged me behind the net.

"We'll get them back." "I want some alone time with our shining star here," Famine announced. "Surely something so benign should be allowed, correct? Dagon can even put his pesky wards around so I do not run off with her. Just some time to talk with her and get to satisfy my curiosity without the glares and stares of all of you other jealous males around."

I grab it and check the screen. Kiki wants to FaceTime. I click accept as soon as I see the name. Kiki is what I call Kieran, my best friend since we started high school. We met as freshmen on our school’s soccer team, and I knew from the moment he opened his mouth that we’d get along. He’s this tiny half-Japanese kid with fluffy brown hair and more energy than a chihuahua with a chew toy. He’s barely grown since, but that just adds to his whole cute schtick – though it’s not as endearing as his smile. Kieran is always smiling, usually accompanied with a big, bubbly laugh that I would personally call a giggle.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

Serena: "When are you going to accept me?" I asked him as he shrugged into his black jacket, adjusting it comfortably while sitting beside me on the bench. The alpha before me looked excited for the night. He was the only son of Alpha Crane of The Iron Fang Pack. He was supposed to have his official crowning when he turned 23 but that would be another three years. "It'll take time. Why do you always bring it up when I am in a good mood?" His irritation was evident. But I needed to know if I was holding onto false hope or if this was leading somewhere.

“This one? I like the color. That soft gold, like a glowing sunset… see that?” She wrote something in her notebook. “Yeah, OK.” “And this one – I like the way her body curves… see the hip? The thigh? I love that. It’s graceful, but still strong.” “OK.” Joe went through all the pictures with her, and she listened carefully, asked lots of questions, took notes. After an hour, she stood up. “So, as soon as I get the first forty percent of my f*e in my business account, I’ll get to work on the preliminary sketches.” She looked down at her notes, thinking. “I figure I can have them ready in three days. Shall I courier them here?”

All four of us spun ata the same time. Three shapes emerged from the tree line. Twisted half-formed creatures with elongated limbs and hollow glowing eyes, their jaws splitting too wide as they smiled with rows of needle teeth. Herald guardians. Waiting in ambush. Jaxon’s grin came instantly. Feral. Finally genuine. “Well.” he said, drawing both blades. “Now it feels like home.” The first creature lunged. And the clearing exploded into violence.