Clover Fanart Novels & Stories

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

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!”

I served some food to Dad before continuing in a joking tone, "Just treat the money as compensation for all the emotional trauma I've gone through for the past few years." Dad still looked rather crestfallen. Just then, Xavier changed the topic, asking, "I saw some purple flowers in the yard earlier, Mr. Collins. I've never seen them before. What are they?" Dad immediately perked up and answered, "Those are Basarica peonies. They were Luna's mother's favorites before she passed." He couldn't stop talking at the mention of his passion. It didn't take long for him to forget about the unhappy encounter with Tristan from earlier.

I nod, swallowing hard. Clover steps forward and hands me a box. “Open it, bro.” Inside is a framed photo of our family. All of us. “How did you... ?” She smiles. “AI model I built. I fed it our photos.” Emily leans in. “It looks just like you all together.” “It does,” I say softly. Grandma Turner holds up hers. “I got one too.” I stand, emotion thick in my throat. “You’re a Blackwood,” I tell Clover. “Can you believe that?”

"Show me," he says, the command softened by genuine curiosity. Clover hesitates, studying his face for any sign of mockery or trap. Finding none, she retrieves her phone from the nearby dresser and unlocks it. Her fingers move swiftly across the screen, pulling up a series of messages from various pack members. She hands it to him without comment, watching his expression carefully.

I went to shower and after changing to my satin pajama set I got to bed and took my phone to scroll down but one thing caught my attention. Owner of Estelle Couture,gold digger or not. Bingo.