Cruella Artie Novels & Stories

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Carla dropped the call in anger. Meanwhile, Crista just sat at her desk in silence. Just as she had expected, Carla was going to make things difficult for her. Less than ten minutes later, Carla came to her office. As soon as she entered, she slammed all of Crista's twenty drawings on her desk. "Willona, is this all you can do? Look at these designs! There's no creativity and finesse to them at all!”

the male make-up artist said as he winked at Alpha Arthur. Alpha Arthur just shook his head, making Camille curious about the two wolves in question. "Who?" asked Camille. "Luna Elena and Sofia!" the make-up artist whispered casually and then walked away. "Never mind Camille, I'm sure you'll melt the hearts of my mother and sister with your performance tonight," Arthur said, standing up to offer his hand to Camille. Camille bowed like a princess and took Arthur's hand. Then the two walked down the hallway to the main building of the Elder Residence, Alpha Arthur and his family.

“Do you like it?” Elona’s heart melted at the sight of the intricate drawing—a family portrait of the four of them. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart,” she said, pulling Allie into her arms. Artie glanced over, his voice tinged with playful mischief. “Mom, do you think Mr. Scary—uh, I mean, Daddy—will like it too?” Elona chuckled, though her heart ached at the question. “I think he would,” she said softly, ruffling Artie’s hair.

Maria replied, making Mark and the others chuckle. They then went into a restaurant together for lunch. Laura, still curious about Cruella, asked Maria why the woman seemed to hate her so much. Maria explained that Cruella had been her college friend, but she had a terrible attitude and always bullied her just because Maria came from a small village. Not only that—Cruella had become even angrier when the man she liked ended up liking Maria instead. Her hatred toward Maria was immense; Cruella never wanted Maria to be better than her.

"Cruella!!" Jasmine screamed as she rushed into the building, breathing heavily. Her eyes frantically scanned the place but she saw no one. "Cruella!" She screamed again, her voice fearful and urgent. Suddenly, a loud laughter echoed throughout the building, then Cruella emerged from the back of a truck, clapping her hands. "Bravo, Jasmine. Bravo!" She laughed. "For one second I thought you wouldn't make it, and I was about letting them drown your precious twins."

“They’re beautiful. Imagine the stories they could tell if they could talk.” Arthur said, "I bet they wouldn’t tell as good a story as Gina Gentlehammer.” I laughed. Mia laugh-snorted. “Daddy, you’re being silly. I didn’t know you could be silly.” “I can be silly,” Arthur said, but something grabbed his attention, and he was distracted. “Let’s go in.” Arthur had found a small painting, barely bigger than my palm. It was a mother and daughter looking at a mama and baby swan. “I’ll take it,” Arthur told the gallery clerk in Italian. He looked at me and then at Mia. “So we can remember this trip.”

Judith looks at me and I nod so she can leave. I don't need to give any information. Marga knows very well what kind of event it is. CELESTE BRANDÃO - Costume party? What kind of mobster is this being? I ask as I walk through the streets of the beautiful city, alongside Marga, Judith and Celina. Damiano, Scott, Stefano and Giancco are also with us, but five paces behind us. Marga, who is next to me, stops to look at some accessories made by local artisans. I move closer, seeing some as well.

In that moment, standing on the dusty stairwell of the old school, Elaine realized her dream of becoming a Knight of Artharia was dead. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she pulled herself together and stepped out of the stairwell into the hall. To Elle, crying was done only in the worst of moments, when the fight was gone, and a person found themselves in the shadows of their own destruction, all alone. It was no surprise that she couldn’t stand Leana; Elaine didn’t know how to sort out feelings, let alone be consumed by them.

"But you still have your poisonous tongue." "When you walk side by side with humans, you will learn a lot from them," She stood up from the chair and held the books. "And I think you haven't learned anything, despite you being a human." She walked towards the group who were being asked for their opinions with their clothes. Clyde was just sitting there calmly, looking at the group while sipping tea. "So, how is it?" Cass asks Arturia. "Well," Arturia's eyes are twinkling like stars. "You and your father are indeed relatives; both of you have a unique taste when it comes to clothes. Can I ask opinions next time for the male attires?"