Damon Broken Colors Fanart Novels & Stories

“I’m quite good with my red glitter.” “I don’t really like gold glitter glue but I don’t want that rice on my slime though.” Mavis pointed at Zariyah’s bowl. “I’ll role the spinning wheel now, godluck cleaning the mess.” Shanoa cackled as she spins the wheel. In their second spin, Lystra got the green glove, Mavis got the blue glove, Fauzia got the white glove, Zariyah got the black glove while Lumiere got the pink glove. Before Zariyah cut off the glove, she closed her eyes. “Please be a black glue to cover the rice, please.” After hopefully wishing, she cut the glove and she was even more disappointed when clear glue came out of it.

She felt her soul settle in place as she stared at the other half of her as she stared at her home. Damon hadn't realized that either of them had moved until it dawned on him that he could see every color in the woman's eyes. Multiple shades of blue more than he realized existed, with an equal number of shades of green and the odd fleck of grey all mixed together and swirled around a small orange ring, wrapped around each pupil. Pupils that were getting larger by the second as they dilated. He felt the furious beating of his heart and the expansion of his lungs, finally filling with oxygen again as his world fell into place and his soul settled inside him, just in time to hear his Omega spea

The latest painting was of her. It was from a memory....her in a simple dress, laughing at something Damon had said. Damian had captured something in her expression that made her breath catch. Not Queen. Not Luna. Just Eve. Happy. Loved. She was studying it when Damian's voice came from behind her. "That one's my favorite." Eve turned to find him in the doorway, watching her with an intensity that made her nervous. "It's beautiful," she said. "When did you paint this?" "Last week. After the Conclave session where you stood up to Corvus." Damian moved deeper into the studio. "I couldn't stop thinking about it. About how powerful you were. So I painted you instead of sleeping."

But tonight, he was drowning himself in bourbon. He couldn’t understand why I’d forgiven him one hundred and twelve times but changed now. Only I knew. This was four years of disappointment and rage finally exploding. “Alessandro?” Francesca’s voice from the doorway. She was wearing a tight red dress. Full makeup. Like she was going to a photo shoot. “Baby, are you okay?” She stepped carefully over the broken glass. “I heard about the news. I was so worried.” Alessandro looked at her. His eyes were empty.

Damon murmured playfully, resting his chin on my shoulder as he watched Jim trip over his own oversized shorts. I tilted my head back, smiling up at him. Damon looked effortlessly handsome in a dark athletic jacket, sunglasses pushed up onto his head, and his stormy eyes shining with pride. "He insisted on wearing the medium size because he said big boys need big clothes," I whispered, handing Damon his travel mug of coffee. "Did you bring the secret weapon?" Damon smirked, turning slightly to reveal a massive, neon-yellow poster board resting against the bench behind us. Written across it in thick, sparkly red and blue glitter glue were the words: GO TEAM JIM! complete with clumsy hand-draw

Henna was something that he did for our pups because they all thought our tattoos were cool. An artistic banner that Damon designed was hung up over one of the main booths. It had my mate’s sexy ass name and the logo design that was associated with him. It was an ouroboros made of water with flames inside of it. Damon was leaning against the chair with his arms crossed over his chest. A proud smile was on his face. He had dropped everything the moment that he learned that my mate was going to be featured this year. He had been instrumental in Maddox’s success, whether he agreed or not. He had taken my mate underneath his wing and taught him how to spread those wings of his and fly.

Daniel hissed. “Aerian is my friend, and I am loyal to her because of that and because she is my Luna. I have no loyalty to those assholes. My sperm donor hurt my mother, and I will never forgive him for that. Sorry if I offended you saying that about your son.” Daniel added.

Another cold wind blew and she was glad to be in the house. Damien eyes were wide. Everything seemed so much sharper and brighter. There were far more colors than he had ever noticed before. Their bed cover, which he used to think of as solid blue, had variations in its dyed fibers that darkened and lightened the hue. Light reflected off metal shimmered with rainbow opulence.

Her face flushed and I was sharp to detect the anxiety rolling down to her face as a furrow. My cock felt the strong pulsation and blood circulation was high too. Once again she made me hard with my scenario of her being fuck by me. " You belong to colors, Cupcake. " I caressed her pale skin and she brutally flinched but relaxed against my touch. " Your whole life belongs to colors. Black is for me but the world's all bright colors are yours. Give me that color that doesn't belong to you. Give it to me. " I whispered before opening the caps of the colors.

The artwork itself was impressive, and stemmed from a line of young, impressionable artistes from the New York underground. As they go through the maze of people, both Camila and Sebastian greets many familiar faces. He'd opted to have champagne, while Camila chose a stronger drink. "See anything you like yet?" She asks as they stand before a painting, recognized for its subtle shades and pastel colors. "Art isn't really my thing." He shrugs and she shakes her head with a smile, then sips her drink. "Me neither." She shrugs in kind and he chuckles. "But, this is charity, so get your checkbook ready or the vultures will eat you alive in the press."