Flower Fanart Novels & Stories

Blanche has this uncomfortable feeling about having people outside their homes. Forest tugged a leaf of a small flower on a pot in their window sill and looked dreamily to the sky. "I wonder if someone met their soulmate." She twirled the leaf on her finger, it was shaped like a fan and it has a nice line on its center. It's green and left a pigment of wet, slimy liquid on Forest's finger when she tried to squeezed it. "Why would you think about that?" Blanche asked, she stood behind them and rested her elbows on one of the shelves near the aquarium.

The September issue of *Fan* magazine had finally hit the shelves, eagerly awaited by its readers. Gracing the cover was international film star, Haley Spencer, in a breathtaking photoshoot themed “Desert Rose.” Despite the sunburn-style makeup and the gritty texture of the visuals, her beauty was still utterly arresting. She posed draped in sheer fabric, her elegant figure entwined in gauze, biting a rose branch that still held its thorns. Her smoldering gaze locked onto the camera, radiating raw, undeniable energy. The image captured both feminine grace and fierce strength.

Flora looked at the designs Damien showed her and chose one with a heart surrounded by widespread wings side by side. "Do you think this one would look good on me?" Flora asked. "I don't just think so. I believe they will all look good on you," Damien replied with a cheerful mien. "Honey, let me remind you, you are asking an artist," he defended his claim. "With or without scars, we love to paint on everyone's skin and see the pride of our handwork every time we see our clients showing them off." The two laughed merrily. Flora had to agree he was right, and she was glad to hear his honest answer. She felt the sincerity that he was not just placating his words.

She made a grab for the tube but Iwaoka was quick to hold it above her reach, a sly smirk forming on his mouth. “Must you do that?” she huffed with a glare, letting her arm fall to her side. Faline refused to jump for it. She had more dignity than that. Plus, if she did, it would only encourage him. Keeping it out of reach, Iwaoka twisted the tube open and pulled out the painting. As he unrolled it, the painting was revealed to be of Astora the Halequin spreading its wings as if it was ready to soar in the sky, daring the wind to overthrow it. A gleeful grin lit his face as he recognized the painting. He had commissioned it as a birthday present for Faline years back.

making Nishi nod her head in response. “Oh, I do wait for a second” Nishi removes the phone out of her front pocket with was cracked from the coner along with the scratches over the screen. Unlocking her phone as she clicks over the picture albums scrolling through them one after the other as fast as she could. With the faint blush over her cheeks which were more filled with the animated pictures of boy x boys on her phone. Some were sketches some were digital art. Some were the one 18+ art on her phone shaking her head as she scrolls down more further and further.

“Hey, I will be there to support you. If you ever feel nervous, just look for me in the crowd and I’ll make funny faces just to make you smile and relax.” The other suddenly laughed. “You wouldn’t! The perfect Henrietta Snow doing funny faces? No way! Your fans might leave your fan club if you do.” Rie pinched her sister’s cheek. “I don’t have fans. And I’m not perfect.” “Tell that to the younger students who always put love letters in your locker.” “They’re hormone-crazed teenagers, Eri. They’re just looking for someone they could direct their affection to because we’re all girls here. And for some unknown reason, they chose me.”

"Dylan, I'm fine. It is important that you show the third princess, who is a valued guest in our kingdom, that you do not disregard her." Rose gave Miren a sideways glance. She held the fan in the palm of her hand while she played it, and the crimson feathers made light contact with her fair skin. Red, when placed against a white background, not only looks stunning but also can make people shiver when they look at it.

With a click, the two fans merged into one. "If you want it, I'll give it to you." Chu Xun activated the Fan of Cosmos, which surprisingly shone with a bright purple-golden light. When Chu Xun vehemently waved it, a beam of appalling purple-golden light swept out and enveloped the giant of the Winged race.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Seven asked "No,,," She replied "You,,won't?" He asked slowly and she shook her head Seven wanted to say something but kept quiet "You can go" he said Rose walked two steps forward and faced him again "Actually,,I'm a fan" She said with a little smile "Annyeonghi gaseyo(bye)" She bowed her head "If you are a fan,,,then can you come here everyday?" Seven blurted out and her eyes widened "What?!" "What,,you said you're a fan. If you are really a Gleam(the fandom name) then you should agree,,what do you think?" Seven said with a smirk and Rose bite her lips