Cagney Carnation Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

Others looked thoughtful. Vincent stood next. The calm was gone, replaced with something sharp and dangerous. He said the documents were fake or twisted out of meaning by a wife who had been caught stealing from him. He claimed Catherine was unstable and seeking revenge after a divorce. He said he had proof that the financial records had been altered.

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.”

She was left with no choice and left alongside Nicholas who said that he will send her to the library before he leaves. Zinnia already knew that saying no will only annoy the overly doting man and so she didn’t react to it anymore. She can only allow the man to pamper her to his heart's content. As they walked past the tall gigantic walls, Zinnia went silent as she felt the extreme familiarity from the artworks hanging on the wall. Some of the framed artworks had names on them while the others didn't. Most of them were sketches of forests, wolves, the moon, and some kind of artwork about a goddess that somehow causes her mind to go blank from time to time.

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Some might think that they could not tell the difference and were hence fooled, but others might think that they deliberately wanted to fool Granny Atherton with a fake painting. That was a slander that Tracy and Sammy would not want to bear. Sammy's concession made the rumor that Catelyn had been bullying them seem even truthful. Those ladies who secretly disliked Catelyn because of her sudden gain of social status and wealth as Miss Atherton were enraged. Catelyn was not provoked by that, and she even explained calmly, "Fake paintings in the market generally use printing technology, but that isn't the case with this painting. It's a fake hand-painted copy, so it bears over ninety percent s

It’s pretty bad out here. Dax: I’ve got a generator and some candles. I’ll come over if you’re comfortable with that. Comfortable. The word felt like a polite little lie. I wasn’t comfortable. I was on fire. I changed quickly, slipping into an oversized white t-shirt that skimmed the tops of my thighs and left my lace panties on underneath. No bra. My full breasts moved freely under the soft fabric, my nipples already tight from the cool draft coming through the cracked window and the pure anticipation humming through my veins. I shook my hair out so it fell messy around my shoulders, then sprayed a light mist of my vanilla-amber perfume along my neck and between my breasts.

The woman laughed with a wave of her hand and Caitlyn joined the short laughter. "One thousand and two hundred, ma'am," The cashier told her after calculating the items and packaging them. Caitlyn brought out her card and paid. "Seven bags, wow!" She mouthed to herself and followed it with a heavy exhale. "Good thing I'm here!" A familiar voice said behind her. Caitlyn quickly turned to see Martin looking insanely hot. He wore a white hoodie with matching colored pants. His hair wasn't gelled back and Caitlyn had no idea they were so full and curly!

But it was all too late. She will become his obsession. His want. His need. The hell would freeze before he would let her go. And if anyone dared to take his Hoor away from him. There will be... CARNAGE. She will become his beautiful destruction.