Dabi Mha Fanart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I’m standing outside waiting for fucking Valerie because the asshole hurried me up to now take his sweet ass time, when Vic returns. “Salim was just picked up for trying to hack into the FBI database” he hands me the list of possible candidates again and I pick again. "Damian Delacort, Samantha Shae and YS Jailbird bring those three in if they are looking for employment with amazing fucking pay after they swear in. I want them to set up a new system with palm readers I want this place tricked out in tec" he nods his head in understanding and again kisses the top of my head before leaving me.

He choked on his drink a little. I gave a loud laugh. "Don't worry silly... we are all in this together ",I said. He gave me a puzzled look. "You're a Mafian too? ",he asked me. "How else did you think I was able to detect that you are Riccardo Davinchi the greatest and most feared Mafian in the universe " Exaggeration.... you're not. The hype seemed to have calmed him down a little. He smiled. "Well.... that's what they say huh? "

Better versions… I hope. Art enthusiasts - lovers - filled the exhibit area as I stepped in. With my coat hanging on my arm, I fed my eyes with the magnificent paintings displayed. ‘Mahika’ is the name of the artist - an interesting choice. Every abstract piece tells a story of life’s powerful feelings and what tames it. A particular painting caught my attention, it’s different for it’s not a burst of colors and deep emotion. It’s simple yet it screams passion.

I started looking at the other mirrors hoping something in them would give me a clue on how to escape this acid trip nightmare. Looking at the mirrors, they were all paintings with me in them. What’s with the Shit Witch and art? Is that her thing, or is she pulling that from my mind? I enjoy art, but this takes it to a fucked up level. Each painting melted away to show me some nightmare scene. Behind the mirror with me as the Mona Lisa was a torture scene of the Shit Witch cutting into Thales, harvesting his organs while he was still alive and screaming. He was screaming for me to save him.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

I lost my balance and almost fell down, but May quickly caught me. "And the thing is, they’re collaborating with COVAS, as they are the ones who provided all the jewelry to them, and it's exactly the ones that we ordered." Liam added, and I let out a small scoff as it's now clear to me why this baboon told me that the designs I ordered for are not available. I tightened my fist as I tried to regain my composure, left May's grasp, and then faced the son of a bitch who just keeps on babbling gibberish.

I asked Faith at the bar counter after talking to Alena this afternoon. "Paintings..." She twitched her lips, thinking. "Do you not find them interesting?" Her face was telling me that she wasn't a fan of them until a huge grin burst on her face. "Are you kidding me? I love them! I love looking at paintings! Do you know I often go to art exhibitions?" Gosh, I think my heart just melted. I might have found my soulmate. "Really? That's great." "Why do you ask suddenly?" she inquired once her excitement mellowed down.