Black Hat Fan Art Novels & Stories

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

“Please.” Brian scrawled his last name under the black guitar with white flecks. “After you get this done, you should send a picture of your tattoo to the webmaster on the Sinners website. There’s a fan tat page on there. Sinners Ink.” “I’m the webmaster,” Trey murmured. “So make sure it’s a naked picture.” Mark laughed nervously. Brian handed the pen to Trey, but he set it on the dresser and covered his pretty fan boy’s belly with both hands. His pinkies dipped into the waistband of Mark’s jeans. “I’ll sign it later.”

" As soon as the words left her lips, the SUV screeched to a halt just a few feet away. Sara was still fuming with anger, her heart racing with indignation. The driver's side door opened, and a man in a sleek black suit stepped out. He was wearing black goggles, which added to his already intimidating presence. He strode towards Sara, his long legs eating up the distance between them. As he approached, he ripped off his goggles, revealing a pair of piercing bright blue eyes that seemed to bore into Sara's very soul. "What did you just call me?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. Sara stood her ground, her anger still simmering just below the surface. "I called you a rich bastard," she s

The others—Emma, Zack, and Henry—having mostly finished eating, pulled out their phones with varying degrees of curiosity and apprehension. A strange silence fell over our corner as everyone absorbed what they were seeing. Shocking headlines, complete with images and scathing commentary, filled the werewolf social media feeds: "Natalie Silverstone's 'Fenrir' painting, a supposedly audacious style unfit for a major art exhibition premiere? (Image of 'Fenrir' attached but poorly lit)" "Natalie Silverstone, leveraging her Nightshade pack connection, soaring into the ranks of top artists – pack ties truly make the art world go round"

Jaxon chuckled loudly, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. He loved how she could get possessive about little insignificant things. “Enjoy your little sex toys, Lexi.” He sent a mind link to her. Lexi just grinned drily. “Thank you for your care,” she rolled her eyes, then returned to Light’s lap. Mike noticed dark shadows moving slowly along the wall and the creepy art piece hanging on it. The painting showed tall, monstrous figures with bull-like horns, and wings made of swirling black smoke. Their disfigured faces twisted with pleasure. They were dressed in flowing red and their dark eyes were similar to the Blackwoods brothers.

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

An LED tv fixed inside the frame on the right wall and some paintings. One painting was just smudged colors. There were green, blue, yellow, and, red blurring into each other at no specific points. The other was kind of a starry night. It had a black background that was fusing into the reddish-blue sunset sky. There were white dots, and strokes over it. They both were hanging above the LED.

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The cool afternoon breeze swept my curly hair into my face. A group of seniors were playing football nearby. I sat alone, headphones on my ears, staring at the face I had sketched in my sketchbook five years ago. A face I liked to stare at to fuel my anger and hatred for people.

She was sleeping with her stepfather and he was just as in love with her. And this one is Bold Rest, another taboo that ends in tragedy, hence the red and black shades representing blood splatter, he's in love with his friend, who's a man. Back then, Gay people weren't allowed to live freely and openly be who they are, hence they came to the conclusion that if they can't be with each other on earth, they'd rather be together in their own 'heaven', this all goes to show how Feng was obsessed with love. If anyone could get ahold of these original paintings, they'd have millions in their possession," I said and Michael disrupted me.