Novel & Cerita Carter Kane Fanart

“I learned in an Art school. Nothing serious. But… this reminds me of something. Or someone.” When the session ended, the facilitator smiled. “You can take your art with you, or hang it in your cabin if you like. Let it remind you of how you saw the world today.” Katherine stood and stretched, brushing bits of grass from her knees. Carolina was still signing her masterpiece in huge letters like a six-year-old with a crush. Across the way, Kingsley walked up to Katherine, sketchpad in hand. “Hey,” he said softly. “Hey.” He held out his drawing to her. “I drew this butterfly. Thought about you the whole time.”

“Mr. Kane, are you listening? Your people speculated that we were dating because I'm always with you.” “We are not, so why bother?” He blandly responded. I blinked multiple times as I was out of words on what to say. It's not like I'm assuming that something is going on between us. I averted my gaze to the road. “Y-Yeah, we are not… but…” My fingers fidgeted together as I pursed my lips. “Do you trust me that much? I mean… I'm a Carter.” He remained silent, which was deafening, and made my heart pound rapidly.

We arrived at their tent to find them drawing. “There are my favorites.” Karson beamed, kneeling in front of them for a hug. “Daddy!” Carl and Karin squealed, jumping into his arms. “What are you two drawing?” I asked. They pulled the papers to show two figures that look like male caricatures and a female caricature of me with crazy hair fighting someone on the ground. “Let me guess, that is me, your daddy, and uncle Lucas fighting the evil lady.” I gestured at the drawings.

Kellan is not a werewolf so he doesn’t get the power or luck of aging really slowly so I am guessing that the smattering of freckles that makes him look like a kid is as good as it gets but I can tell Kellan is not human either. “But you are a child.” I sassed. “Does this sassiness mean you are adding the freckles to the painting?” I nodded and he grumbled. Aww, poor kid. Thinking I will listen to him and what not. Doesn’t know he has an extra stubborn artist on his hands. But that’s beside the point right now. I need to make sure I get the painting right. He’s having his birthday this week end and I am excited. He doesn’t want anything big though. Just dinner with Julian, Liam and I.

My parents were right, I shouldn’t be allowed to speak. “Wow, you really are a lost cause.” Carter whispers in my ear, making goosebumps appear on my body. Yep this is not good. “Um no, I have to leave now. I’ll see you at my wedding.” Hank says as he looks me in my eyes and his hand grips my arm lightly. Something he always did and it made me happy. His eyes then go over to Carter’s tattoos and huge biceps. It was clear that he thought Carter wasn’t a good guy. Carter straight up looked like a hot typical villain in any action movie.

“Get it away from me!” “Eat it,” Adare goads his baby brother. “It tastes nice.” “Nooooo!” the pup screams, terrified. “Don’t make me!” “This is what I’m talking about,” Kane mumbles as he throws his legs out of the bed. At forty-seven, Kane is still a strong and handsome man, and he turns heads wherever he goes, but he only has eyes for one she-wolf. She is his beginning and end, and he’d happily kill anything and anyone that tries to hurt her.

Seemed like they hadn't been touched for a long time. I picked up the first one. It was a portrait of Boomer, drawn as if it was not an artwork but a real picture. The colors blended with each other so well like some professional artist put their heart and soul in it. The second one was of Doser... then another of the boys together… and one of Karen. At the end of the canvases there were written the letters 'H. K.'. H. K. Hunter King. Hunter drew all these? Admiration filled my heart.

Then I found the photographs. My breath caught. There were dozens of them. Old pictures of me. Little me sitting on Kane’s shoulders at a carnival. Me laughing while missing my two front teeth. Me asleep against his chest on a couch when I was maybe eight years old. I stared at the photos in shock. Carefully, I picked one up. There were drawings too. Crayon drawings I barely remembered making. One had stick figures labeled: ME + KANE My chest suddenly felt tight. Why would he keep these?

Kane. He was 7ft tall, with broad shoulders and an easy grace. His hair was dark, slightly tousled, and his eyes—his eyes were the most piercing shade of blue I'd ever seen, like looking into a clear winter sky. He had a strong jaw, a slight smile that seemed to know secrets, and an overall presence that was both calming and… something else. Something I couldn't name. "Killian!" Kane rose, crossing the room in a few long strides. The two men clasped hands and pulled into a brief, back-slapping hug. "It's been too long, old friend."

If I didn't pay attention, I would've missed it. "Karrion Black. Tell me about yourself, Ms. Kane." "There's not much to tell. I'm an art scout and purchaser for wealthy art lovers. I throw the entirety of my days into work, and that's that." "Interesting. You intrigue me, Ms. Kane, and I'd like to understand why. " He said as he looked intensely at me. It was almost as if he was trying to figure me out. "I intrigue many people, Mr. Black. "