Ginny Fanart Novels & Stories

I should not, and yet that is the only fucking urge that is rushing through my veins instead of blood. “Who’s taking whom in?” I ask all of them, not bothering to cool down my tone. I do not have the frame of mind to, because she’s here. In my focus zone. And she needs to be fucking gone. “Me.” Knox places an arm around her shoulder. “Ginny will be interning with me.” She smiles up at him with those bright, bright eyes, all green and with barely any gray or even blue. She’s happy, ecstatic, and the thought of murder becomes more and more appealing.

"Uh uh you gym slut, just because you'll take anyone home that'll go with you doesn't mean we all have to. You know I've been watching this guy for months. And he's here! Now! On that curl machine right in front of us. And I'm going to do it!" What I said wasn't really fair, Ginny is a few years younger than I am and the animals in the weight room at the back really turn her on, even though a lot of them are even younger than she is. And there's no denying, a lot of them are built like to die for if you're into that sort of thing.

“ Are you Derek? Hello, I am Ginny. I will be in charge of teaching you about the foundation of magic,” Ginny introduced herself to him, she was a very beautiful woman. With her red hair that floated behind her and brown eyes that were filled with warmth that he had never seen after the death of his mother.

Ginny must have caught on, cuz she was suddenly snapping her fingers in my face and letting me know my plan wouldn't work this time. She folded her arm across her chest, pinning me with her death stare. "I know there's something going on between Keera and you." She announced. I paused with my cup halfway to my mouth, arching my eyebrows at her. Well, then. She wasn't in the mood to beat around the bush. Did I usually make a habit of keeping things away from Ginny? No. But was I hesitant to let her know I was involved with her former best friend who was also human? Yes. Yes, I very much was.

A gust of wind hit me, and I doubled over, coughing until blood spilled from my mouth. Calmly, he wiped it away with a handkerchief. Then, out of nowhere, a figure appeared in front of us. It was Ginny. But she was no longer the delicate, refined girl she once was. Now she looked like a madwoman, filthy from head to toe, her hair stinking with rot. She grinned, her face twisted, and I froze when I saw the explosives strapped around her body. "Sean, Cass… surprised I found you?" she shrieked.

"No need. Ginny is the eldest daughter of the Blakely family. Any investigation on her would be obvious, and MK might resent it. MK agreed to send the paintings out of consideration for Ginny, so we shouldn't do anything that could upset them." The assistant acknowledged and was about to hang up when Jamie added, "Contact Ginny and see if she can provide MK's direct contact. If MK has new works, I want to buy them straight from MK, at whatever price they set." The assistant agreed. The next day, Sharon received a call from Ginny. She informed Sharon that the paintings had been delivered and added with a hint of helplessness, "Sharon… the buyer wants your contact information." Sharon asked, "

They both looked up toward the arched doorway just as Ginny finally cleared the landing. It was a sight that would have made a brilliant, tragic Renaissance painting—something dramatically titled The Reality of Modern Motherhood. Ginny looked, quite frankly, like she had been dragged through a thorny hedge backward, then spun around in a tumble dryer for good measure. Her usually neat, glossy hair was standing straight up in a static-charged halo on the left side of her head, as if she'd been lightly electrocuted. Her oversized sleep shirt was rumpled, twisted at the hem, and sported a suspicious, glistening wet spot on the shoulder that was undeniably toddler drool.

She walked to where Manuel was seated, and stood between Ginny and him in order to serve him his water. Ginny studied her carefully and noticed that her blouse's neckline was a deep V-neckline that highlighted her cleavages. She was putting on a slightly off shoulder shirt and this got Ginny really pissed. This woman was clearly here to seduce her “man”. “You may go. I can serve the water to my boyfriend on my own.” She told the maid who just looked at her, rolled her eyes and returned her gaze to Manuel who was eating, oblivious of what was going on.

Dorian asks as we wait for the elevator. “I would love a water,” I say and turn to Ginny. “Is it too early for whiskey?” Ginny laughs at her own joke but we don’t. “Just a water please.” Dorian nods and we get on the elevator. In the room I shake Mr. Sterling’s hand. Ginny smiles and sits next to him. She has her blouse open a button too far and her legs are on full display. “Mr. Sterling,” Ginny gives him the same flirtatious voice she tries on me. “Mr. Laine as put together a great proposal. I think you will be very impressed.”

Human skin? Luke, however, seemed to know already. He walked up to Ginna and dropped to his knees. “Thank you,” he said quietly, looking up at the beautiful witch. She wore clothes that appeared to be entirely handmade: a dark green dress with long, vine-like decorations hanging down around the skirt, a belt with various bottles and a knife attached to it, and a leather shoulder piece on each side. Her hair was long and thick, and jet black. In the firelight, there was something both terrifying and beautiful about her. Enzo stepped away from Ginna and Luke and came to stand next to me.