Branch Trolls Fanart Novels & Stories

’ Rojean looked around for a moment, not really certain how she would respond to that. Krister pulled out a picture and showed it to her, waiting for her reaction. “The resemblance is uncanny, isn’t it?” Rojean took a minute to respond, seeing herself in the picture with a familiar outfit, though noticing the background. “Where do you get that picture? Is it me? Wait, I’ve never been to this place before.” “This is Sei.” Krister said, his eyebrows meeting in the middle. “She is… well was the owner of the company.”

"Amateur." "This is my natural undertone!" Troy protests, refusing to admit to the truth. He's literally The Annoying Orange, except, more annoying and currently more orange. "Orange is your natural undertone?" Max questions mockingly. "And yellow is your natural hair color?" "You're all just jealous!" Troy stands up in a rage. "I have very little tolerance for stupidity!" He walks out the door, grumbling to himself, "Hard to be the smartest friend in this group."

She was doing this. At the break, Anita appeared with a tray of water and a grin. “The BTS from the café is already at thirty‑two thousand views. People are making fan art of the mask.” Natalie let herself smile. “Already?” “Already.” Anita nudged her shoulder. “You’re trending in California, Not joking.” Fiona’s phone buzzed. She didn’t look at it for three whole seconds. Then she did, and her expression changed minutely. “Adrien, go long for five. Natalie, mirror. Anita, with me.”

A circular wooden staircase around the tree trunk led the path to the main door of the house. “Let’s go, bro!” Robert wrapped his arm around Arth’s shoulder. “I’ll introduce you to the team.” As they started climbing on the stairs, Arth’s chest pounded hard, a bit nervous of the members’ reaction. What if they won’t like me? Am I gonna be kicked out? His palms went cold and sweaty. A blue banner hung above the main door. It had symbol of a six pointed star almost similar to a snowflake. Arth had seen the symbol before from Frostwood village but he could not remember exactly when.

signs, the fan club had taken over entire sections. Several large, colorful banners stood out prominently: “HARLOW x JONES: ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC” “KANE + DANICA = CHAOS & CUDDLES” (with a cartoon teddy bear waving a hockey stick) “Protect Her, Captain Soft!” “From Hits to Hearts – Go Harlow-Jones!”

Eastern Ridge, RedHowl Borderland Kieran hunkered down behind a busted birch, nose full of blood and smoke. The supply cart was still burning, just over there—close enough to feel the heat if he wanted. MoonClaw symbols, all jagged and freshly scrawled, glared at him from a tree. Real subtle, huh? Taunt written in sap. Somewhere behind him, Bran wheezed like a dying bellows, hand jammed into his side. Guy was ghost-pale, sweat pooling at his hairline. Honestly, he looked about two minutes from checking out.

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

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.”

she paused and looked around to see everyone's attention on her. "The biggest Fandom in the world currently which is called ARMY, you all should know BTS right? And if you don't, you can G****e them out. Their fandom colour is purple and purple to them means, I'll love and cherish you for a very long time. Which is why I think Purple is suitable, also it would be a good marketing strategy as ARMY have a thing for purple stuffs and they are all over the world. Purple chocolate cover would attract them" She explained and at the end of her explanation, there was an applaud. "That seem very creative, we should go with Purple then. Secretary Mervick, contact the production team so they could get

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.