Cringe Fanart Novels & Stories

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

I groaned, rolling away from the tongue, licking my face. Gross. Just fucking gross. Squinting through one eye, a large framed print of art greeted me. Or at least it’s called art by some people. I’m not sure I call a painting of two dudes on a hill with one riding the cock of the other while jerking himself off art. I know it is NOT something I want to wake up to see.

I drag my hand down my thigh as I wait for his reply, and my hand is dangerously slipping close to the edge of my school skirt when my phone vibrates. ALEX: I’d turn you away from me and raise that short skirt over your ass. I’d probably tease you. Make you whimper and plead for it before I give you the pleasure you seek. I’d close my hand over your mouth because of how hard you’d scream as my cock slides in and out of you. Fuck.

"Are you all right?" She looked up at him with tear filled eyes. She had ruined her make up with her tears and her mascara had formed a messy Black line beneath her eyes. "I'm literally crying" she said angrily. "do I look alright to you. Please go away. I am in no mood for this right now" George almost rolled his eyes. He was in no mood for this either, but he decided to play along. "Look I'm just trying to help, okay" he said," I can see that you are upset and I was just trying to help. There is no need to be rude"

SHE said that she wanted more, so the young man gave her that. But at that moment, his gentle tongue that tenderly caresses her femininity is gone. Instead, Jason's tongue became like a burning coil. Just a glowing coil of a paintbrush that smears insane but earnest happiness into her femininity. And that gave her reason to let out a series of growls and suppressed screams.

" I know but it's still a Surprising thing for you to admit that you've got a crush on someone, it doesn't happen every day, Kay? " " Hmmn. " " So tell me about this guy. " " Who? " I asked Feigning ignorance. " The one you are Crushing on. " She replied. " Oh! How sure are you that it's a guy that I am crushing on and not a girl, uh? " " Really? Are you trying to play hide and Seek with me, Riana? " " Why would, I? " I asked innocently. " Okay, Since you are not willing to talk then I think I'll have to leave now, bye. " She replied in a serious tone.

“It’s alright. I had some hiccups, though—nothing bad. My partner for the project just isn’t who I would have chosen as my first choice.” “Is she bad or something? I thought you had to be good to get into the competition.” The question itself was purely innocent, but I couldn’t help but laugh at the slight jab my aunt was throwing towards Craig. “No, no I mean he’s great—I mean d*mn, I saw his art piece the other day and I,” I scoffed out a laugh at how ridiculous I knew I was about to sound. “It sounds crazy but he created this image of a wolf standing beside a girl, and I saw myself in it.”

Zayn shocked expression on hearing Fay tell him to shift away from her quickly cleared away as he tried to think of another way to get the stuck up Fay to get free with him. Fay pulled her neckline from her neck and grimaced as it comes back to her skin like rubber. She's feels stuffy and held in, she have always hated this feeling. She threw a glance at Zayn and shrugged on seeing him staring broodingly at his drink. Maybe I was a little to harsh on him before, she thought before shrugging her shoulders again, who cares. She leaned against her chair and glanced at Amara again.