Claude Frollo Fanart Novels & Stories

I frowned at his attitude and shook my head in question. “Is everything alright?” I asked, putting a hand on his shoulder, slowly turning him to face me. His eyes met mine for a second and he frowned, making my heart drop when I saw an angered expression on his face. His eyes which were calm just an hour ago were red as his wolf made himself known. “Arturo, did anything happen?” “What could happen, huh?” He asked, making me frown in confusion. “Why would you be asking?”

"You're amazing. Aren't you worried about getting hit by the aphrodisiac?" "Worried? Why? If the chips go down, I might not be the one losing." Sylvie sighed nonchalantly as she entered. She examined the View of Fureno painting and could tell despite the plastic bag that it was a fake. As for the other scrolls and paintings, they were old, but the artists and authors were no one famous. Sylvie was therefore a little puzzled—everything in that other room was the good stuff, but everything here was sub-par?

Many of those institutions were bad enough without a sadist and Devil-worshipper being in charge. Alex flipped to the paragraph about the fire and René de Montalt’s death, then back to the portrait of the Duc painted in 1787. Something about the picture bothered him. Okay, the man with his beaked nose, ivory skin, high forehead, and powdered hair resembled a movie version of Dracula, but that wasn’t it. No doubt it would come to him later but for now, he couldn’t stop his thoughts drifting onto sensitive territory: Claire.

The MV advertisement was quickly put on the market. Claude certainly created a small wave; countless people visited the character in a black and white shirt who played The various forums that specialise in gossip about the stars were also flooded with topics about Claude's visuals, most of which were full of praise. The current evil spirit characters are very flamboyant, whereas the evil energy on Claude's body is hidden beneath strength and elegance. This fever has not passed. Also during this time, Vogue published photos taken by Nicon, making Claude's Ouja role hotter than ever. Vogue specially printed this photo into a folding poster, titled Ouja. Elain suddenly became a supporting role

He sighed and replied: “I want to paint you. All those years I tried to pain you with great care and good taste. I made masterpieces out of your illusion. Now, I want you to be my canvas. I want you to give me the face I never was able to paint.” “Which face?” “A face of pure pleasure” Flora understood why the majority of the paintings looked as if they are portraying a r*pe scene: Claude wasn’t able to draw pleasure so he painted fear and pain instead. It was disturbing. “I bet you saw many women in heat before” “They are whores, you are something else. You are pure, true, and innocent. Your pleasured face can never be like theirs.”