Cruella Artie Novels & Stories

she corrected, kissing him on the cheek. As they walked hand in hand, they came across a face painting booth. Gabriella insisted they get matching designs, and despite his initial reluctance, Giovanni agreed. They sat side by side as the artist painted intricate patterns on their faces, making them look like a pair of carnival performers. "How do we look?" Gabriella asked, examining their reflections in a mirror. "Like we belong in a circus," Giovanni replied, but his eyes twinkled with amusement.

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Artie says with a tinge of jealousy in his tone. “Artie needs to be nice to daddy okay. Maybe next time you can have all the ice cream. Now go have ice cream with uncle Frank ". I gave Frank a sign which he understood immediately. “I don't like him either ". Artie pouted and I smiled at him. Once Frank and Artie were out of hearing range I turned to Arturo going down to business. “You shouldn't be here." I tell him but he ignored my question pushing the ice cream glass I had scooped for him.

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

Kim pouted slapping her forearm " Don't joke around like that, fine, if you don't want to tell me then I won't pursue the matter anymore. Let's talk about something else- hmm, oh yes, have you heard Cruella is coming back?" " Cruella? Who?" Kim looked at her like she has just gone crazy " you... You don't know who Cruella is? Cruella!! Caroline! Carter and Alex's dear old mum. The one and only, dictator of the pack" Thalia smiled a little at her description " are you sure she is that bad?"

she snapped. Cruella felt her heart tighten as she huffed in disappointment. She dropped the gun, pushing it towards Selena. “Pick up the gun and kill him right now, Selena. This isn't what I raised,” she groaned, twitching up her lips in disgust. “I cannot do it, mother," Selena said. Cruella chuckled, the dark smile never reached her eyes. "Then… should Gina take his place?" Selena's head snapped up and dismay darted across her face.

"She didn't." …………….. Lumina met her forty minutes later by the drinks table. Not accidental. She understood that the moment she saw the angle of approach. "You must be Lumina." Cruella's voice was warm. Genuinely warm sounding. That was the thing. Nothing felt false on the surface. "I've heard so much about you." "I haven't heard anything about you," Lumina said pleasantly. "Which is interesting." Something shifted briefly behind Cruella's eyes. Then the smile again. "Dylan and I are very old friends. I'm sure he meant to mention me." She picked up a glass. "He's a remarkable man. I'm sure you know that."

What the hell was going on? Finally opening my eyes, the most unexpected sight flashed before my eyes. It was cruella sitting right in front of me with a sinister smile on her face that sort of reminded me of Harley Quinn. She had such a sadistic look on her face. What in the world had I gotten myself into? "Cruella?" I asked, my face unable to hide my surprise. Despite the lack of trust I had towards her, I really didn't expect this. Not from someone who I expected to be nothing more than a slut.

Cruella hurled her wine glass across the room, shattering it against the wall. Mia raised an eyebrow. "Why are you getting so worked up, Cruella? You had your chance to stop this before it happened." Cruella glared at her friend. "You make it sound so easy. Jasmine hardly leaves Nicolai's side. Where was I supposed to get the chance?" Mia's expression remained calm. "You've always found a way, Cruella. You did it once; you can do it again." Cruella's frustration mounted. She ran a hand through her hair, her eyes flashing with determination. "Jasmine and her children will never be happy with Nicolai. I'll make sure of it."

“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.”