Dave Strider Fanart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Travis is working as an intern in his dad's company, lucky him and once Zada graduates this year with her degree in Business & Economics, she’ll also have a spot in the company, lucky her but either way, I’m proud of both of them and the growth they’ve both experienced since Azani’s birth. “Star of the show, good morning,” Max greeted as I entered the studio and I smiled rolling my eyes. “Hey Max, how are you?” I gave him a side hug, Max was one of the first friends I made since coming to this university, and I’ve had mad respect for him since I saw his pen art, I marvelled at the amount of patience he had with shading and detailing, in my opinion, he should have been the main artist, his wo

With a warm smile, his uncle shared the tale of Vicky's puppy-filled escapade, which became a heartwarming testament to his unwavering passion and love for those playful creatures. As he grew older, he love for puppies evolved into a passion for art, particularly drawing and oil painting. He fondly remembered creating misty morning landscapes with oil colors twenty years ago. The sweet scent of turpentine oil and the vibrancy of primary colors – red, yellow, blue, and green – brought him immense joy. He experimented with colours on various objects before finally mastering the art of canvas painting. Now, about twenty-five years later, Vicky was emmencely grateful to have turned his passion i

Paint streaked across his chest. “Who are you?” he asked. His voice was deep. “I am Vasty,” she said. “Richard’s new stepdaughter.” He smiled slowly. “So you are my new stepsister. I am Dave.” Vasty felt her face get hot. She tried not to stare at his bare chest. “Sorry. I did not mean to bother you. I was just looking around.” Dave put down his brush. “No problem. This is my studio. I paint here.” Vasty looked at the canvas. A woman sat on a chair in the painting. She had no clothes on. The woman in real life sat on the same chair near the window. She was completely naked. Her skin glowed under the soft lights. She looked calm and beautiful.

Aurora paused, Yes, there are plenty of them, like Silas, but he makes her skin crawl. "Zane Strider from the Strider family has acted in a couple of films. He's good-looking but has a terrible attitude," Vespera suggested, showing Aurora a photo. In it, a striking young man in racing gear stands next to a black race car, helmet in hand, a cocky grin on his face. He's the epitome of youthful arrogance but with a compelling charm. His smile oozes overconfidence, yet his eyes are piercingly clear. Just like what Dylan should be.