Flower Fanart Novels & Stories

I commented pointing to the large photo of a butterfly with such details on each wing that sat on the wall, the woman nodding her head with a smile. “That was painted by a local artiest, each wing holds the names of each former rouge we were able to help and send to a new pack. We have more of her artwork I will be happy to show you.” The woman explained the nice story behind the artwork before walking away to retrieve the artwork, leaving me a moment to look over to Lee who hadn’t left my side at all.

She blinked for a few seconds and watched the beautiful scene before letting her fingers do the magic. Liliana was extremely a clean artist, she was great at mixing colors and bringing life to her art almost making them realistic. The picture captured all the important details like the few small butterflies swirling around the flowers looking like bugs from a far, her smile widened when she watched the seated old couple leaning into each other's arms, she placed her head on his shoulder while he held her body near his chest watching the silent row of colorful flowers.

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

Samson. How had he gotten her clothes cleaned and dried so fast? Was Samson downstairs? Her heart fluttered excitedly and her hands suddenly felt clammy. Surely he wasn't downstairs or he would have come up. She had to stop over thinking and try to control her excitement. "There is a card with the flowers.” Paul said, and he placed the vase with the flowers on the side table in the foyer before he left. “Thank you.” Isabella said breathlessly.

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.

Miranda found his demeanor amusing for a moment and stepped aside to a quieter area before asking, “Is there something you need, Fulton?” Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, Fulton hesitated and stammered, “I… my father gave me a beautiful fan yesterday. Each panel features a different flower, one for each month of the year. It’s really quite exquisite…” Miranda chuckled. “Well, congratulations.” Still, she couldn’t help but wonder—was something like this really worth all his hemming and hawing?

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."

She was doing this. At the break, Anita appeared with a tray of water and a grin. “The BTS from the café is already at thirty‑two thousand views. People are making fan art of the mask.” Natalie let herself smile. “Already?” “Already.” Anita nudged her shoulder. “You’re trending in California, Not joking.” Fiona’s phone buzzed. She didn’t look at it for three whole seconds. Then she did, and her expression changed minutely. “Adrien, go long for five. Natalie, mirror. Anita, with me.”

She peers at the doll-like creature with the biggest puppy eye to show the sulkiness that she felt. " You are supposed to comfort me...not hitting me with that ugly fan-A!" 'She didn't just say that!'Chen covers his mouth with the fan. [ How could you said that to my three-thousand dollar fan...Ahah!] The tiny creature opens his three-thousand dollar fan' and proceeds to harshly hit the girl with his diva antique. To be honest, it's a torment to whoever gets hit with the tiny lady-like creature because one tiny hit feels like a dozen bulls just crash into you. Moreover, the fan is an exotic item left by her mother. One of the strongest items you could have had for defence.

he asked in concern. “Absolutely.” she got off the bed and started walking away. Phoenix sighed and took out a fan made of white ostrich feathers. “Lavana,” he called out to his mate who immediately stopped in her tracks. “What is it?” she asked as she turned her head to look at him. “I wanted to give you this fan. It’s a weapon and works well in water. Aside from that, it gives you refined air full of magic energy.”