Cagney Carnation Fanart Novels & Stories

It made her cheeks warmer. Oh, my God! Is this real? Carnation's ultimate crush Wregan Leath is complimenting her? Carnation's mind screamed as she tried to calm herself. Gosh! She can't be a fangirl now, she has a debt to pay!

A boy with the looks of an angel but a heart of a devil. 'Then we have the prodigy rookie swordsmen whose name will one day be spread across the continent.’ Maria's eyes were locked onto a boy with reddish-orange hair and dark orange eyes. ‘Carter Mcbane, the stoic handsome type who believed in the idea that women and children should be protected.' Even Maria would admit to drooling over his fan art pic, showing his impressive fit physique along with a set of sculpted abs that caused fangirls all over the internet to nose bleed.

Cheeks wet from the tears a soft sob escaping from her lips only to be unheard even by the guy who is in the same room or a basement she assumed as there was no window around. One after the other the drop of blood dripped on the bucket as the boy with the grey eyes kept on painting over the canvas. The canvas is painted with deep red as the same replica of the women tied on the chair. The only colour that was upon it was red of different shades with its background in black colour. “Naa~naa~na~na~na~Naaa~Naaa~Na~” the smile turns into a smirk as he takes a deep breathtaking scent of blood. Making him cover his mouth with the back of his hand still holding the brush.

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!”

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

"What? What's with me? Do you have a problem? First, we kept quiet and dated, then what? You call Caisen and pretend to be his childhood friend? For what? What will you get if you pretend? You're not the only one I met who pretended to be Caisen's childhood friend in front of me; you're not the first. Do you want to be like them too?" "I am Caisen's childhood friend!" She looked at Caisen desperately. "Caisen, come one, remember me. It's me." Cathy took a deep breath. He doesn't know if this girl is crazy or if she really likes Caisen. "Miss, look, I am telling you, you are not Caisen's childhood friend. I know Caisen's childhood friend. And if you are indeed from the North, maybe you know t

I figured that was a safe option and considering that I was to the point of starving, I didn't care what late as long as it would fill me up. Cain turned back to the speaker and ordered the food, speaking German to the sleepy-sounding woman who was taking the order. "Drink?" He asked. "Water." He finished the order and pulled around to the window. The woman handed us the bag of our food as he handed her his card to pay for it. Smelling the hot, salted fries made my mouth water instantly. I rummaged through the bag to find Cain had ordered two boxes of nuggets and ample amounts of fries.

Mark shook his head, and the guys behind him couldn’t suppress their stupid grins like they were a bunch of college kids and not full-grown vampires. "That is a very angry looking Lady.” Raymond, one of Samson's friends pointed at the furious woman next to Samson. “Although I don't know why that is so since the both of you were just making out a few seconds ago. I think she's about to kill you from the look in her eyes. I’d start groveling right now if I were you.”

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

I growled, menacingly. The man swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously between Caspian and me before he began. "Blonde," he started, his voice shaky. "Young, maybe mid-twenties. Beautiful, but cold. Like ice, you know?" He narrated, creasing his brow in remembrance. I exchanged a glance with Caspian. The description was vague, but it fit Scarlett all too well. "We'll need more than that," I growled. "Tomorrow, we're bringing in a sketch artist. You'd better hope your memory improves overnight." I warned him.