Block Tales Fanart Novels & Stories

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

He cheered. Brea laughed through her tears as she looked back over at the three women. “It’s a deal but don’t ANYONE bring somethin’ blue, okay?” She gave them all a heavy, beady-eyed-serious type stare. “I mean just DO NOT!” Cole shook his head as he tugged her along the hallway and they went back into their room. “No worries, sweetie. We will all leave that up to you.”

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

The fire that was still burning cast a shadow on half of his face but his red eyes continued to glow dark but vibrant. Lucian grabbed one of the sticks and drew a huge circle on the grass by digging the stick a little deeper into the soil. He put a total of seven rocks within the circle. Katherine looked at the odd diagram in front of her, trying to piece together what she was looking at. "What is it?"

He smiled at me before he played with the cane in his hand. "If you only knew the reason from the very beginning and I knew you would not allow each other in this marriage." He said. Everything they say I couldn’t understand. It was like a poem that no matter how many times I read it I could not understand what it meant to me or what’s the meaning. He waved the cane on the thorn and then whistled. The black wolves stopped because of what he did. Some survivors of the fight even ran away to back to their boss. Belle suddenly exploded ice and they suddenly disappeared. She just left a mess that looked like it was snowing that night. We were all stunned especially at their sudden disappearance.

“Easy, Your Majesty. I’m just making sure I ain’t hallucinating.” Baby doll was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes by then, and honestly, hearing that sound made the entire trip worth it. Eventually we sat down and started talking designs. At first, Rico started throwing out ideas. Skulls. Wings. Roses. Chains. Nothing felt right. Then Sable quietly reached for a tablet. The second she started drawing, Rico shut up. Not because he wasn’t interested. Because artists recognized artists. She tucked her feet beneath her in the chair, chewing on her lip while she worked. I watched Jarek watching her, and the stubborn bastard had this look in his eyes that would’ve embarrassed the hell out

MR.PAULS DEATH “Papa” Victoria hugged Keith. “Yes darling. Looks like you were waiting for your snacks” Victoria giggled as she tried to reach out the paper bag in her father's hand “Where’s your mother and Olivia.” Inquired Keith. “I’ll tell you on one condition.” Bubbled the little girl. “What condition” “You’ll have to show me what you’ve bought for me” “Sure! It's all yours my love” Keith handed Victoria’s favorite biscuits in her hand and walked to his bedroom. He saw Martina sitting on the bed and she was playing with Olivia.

"That's a sad comment, isn't it? True fans should support Erwin, shouldn't they?" " Erwin = poseidon. Erwin Stan = Athena. That dirty little snake = Medusa" Oh, God. I'm not an actor. I'm not a singer either. What do they expect after posting all this? I desperately keep a digital footprint, but they easily do all of this. And the worst thing is, what will happen to Nadya after this? Oh, my poor wife. The girls would blaspheme her mercilessly. Men will enjoy her beautiful face. They will rape Nadya in their minds.

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

’ Camilla was puzzled by their action and just stood in her place a few meters away from the bound creature. Prince Fazan took the weapon, unsheathing it from its gilded scabbard. It has a long narrow blade with a wide, asymmetrical base. He moved in front of the table and they all faced the onlookers, stillness replacing the exuberant atmosphere seconds ago.