Fnaf Gregory Fanart Novels & Stories

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

I lower my head a bit while locking her eyes. "No. Bastian. Forget it. My paintings are mine." "Fine. I'll see them someday." I smirk. "But this..." I hold the pad up and tear off the picture. "Consider this one sold." I pulled out my money clip. "No, Bastian. I can't take your money." She protests. "Nonsense. A good artist should be paid for her art. Is 300 good?" Her eyes went wide. "300? For a sketch?......"

Perfect! A friend of Vanessa's. Sure, this was guaranteed to work! Samson fumed but he knew it was too late to call the whole thing off, and he knew that even if he tried, Mark wouldn't listen to him. He ended the call, not giving Mark a chance to elaborate any further. Great! Now that stripper from the other night knew knew about his little problem. Vanessa knew about it too. The stripper coming tonight would probably find out too. Soon all the vampires and humans in Greenville would know about it too. He’d be the laughing stock of every party, the butt of every joke.

“The 99th Round is so far one of the best works you’ve put out so far, I am putting all of my faith in it.” Gregory’s excited voice fills the room. We’ve worked together since ‘Neo human’ my first number one, was number one for weeks. And he’s always excited by what I’ve put out, but this time it’s different. His background is his room, I’ve seen it countless times. The walls are covered in posters from my comics, a large shelf containing different books, but the top of is left for mine, all of them limited edition hard covers, all signed.

It is too fun not to mess with him. "I know, I know, I am sorry," I laugh out, continuing. "It started around the time I first got here. I was wondering about the castle, when I came across a painting of Fafnir in dragon form,” I begin to explain. "Why did they have a painting of him?" Soren asks. "It was by mere coincidence, you see; Gregory is a collector of art," I say, thinking back to the beautiful painting of my brother, and the way his eyes glowed with life.