Glamrock Foxy Fanart Novels & Stories

) Book 1 Fangs: Alpha King (Completed) Book 2 Fangs: Queen Luna Book 3 Fangs: The Tale of the Moon Goddess written by Maple Writes Visit my facebook and Instagram page to know the updates fb: Maple Writes @AetherSama ig: maple @maple_writes

Fox teeth glinting from her grin. My throat went dry. “The paint was cracked in places. Faded with time. But the Fox‘s eyes—God—those eyes were still sharp enough to slit skin.” Same eyes as Katarina’s tattoo. The same fox etched on her shoulder, the one burned into the wall in my velmorra, the same damn creature that kept showing up like a shadow with teeth. And this—this fucking relic—wasn’t just something Ghost pulled out of a vault for fun.

I increased my airpods to a full blast as I boarded the cycle before Rey sped home. I'm Cincinnati Lopez, a sassy bookstore staff by day and by nightfall, I was NYC's hotshot stripper and that was my secret identity. I was known as "City Glam" popularly known as Glam. Cin by day, Glam by night. Welcome to my life. As closed off as I could be, there were some that I held dear to my heart and they were Ms Lennon and the twins and my alter ego. I cared about her but I'd hardly or never show it and I basically paid the bills of the twins unknown to them. Only the sweet old lady and I were aware.

then I started on making on their sexual charging stations and their sexy portable charging stations as well. Aquarian Love 24th 2043, 12:11 Dharkonic Twilight By midday my group and I we patched Monty Gator, Roxy Wolf & Glamrock Chica not only that I made their sexy charging stations and their sexy portable charging station as well Roxanne look at me “thanks for patching us up” said Roxy I hugged her and said “you’re welcome Roxy, Monty, Chica and Freddy” then I look at Gregory “so you’re Gregory” I said to him “yes I am, friend of Freddy Fazbear” he said “Arnold, original member of the Friendly Strangers Gang” I said as I shake his hand. I look at Roxy put on the sexy portable charging glo

Victor asked. But I just kept glaring at him. “You will soon find out,” he said. Then he turned to the “shocky” lady “do help me fix those eyes of hers, she keeps glaring” he said referring to me. “You are an animal, a wolf in sheep's clothing” i said angrily. I felt so helpless. “Well of course, I am a wolf after all, so ironic,” he said laughing. Shocky stretched her hands towards my head, and I tried to wiggle myself free but still in vain.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

Mark shook his head, and the guys behind him couldn’t suppress their stupid grins like they were a bunch of college kids and not full-grown vampires. "That is a very angry looking Lady.” Raymond, one of Samson's friends pointed at the furious woman next to Samson. “Although I don't know why that is so since the both of you were just making out a few seconds ago. I think she's about to kill you from the look in her eyes. I’d start groveling right now if I were you.”

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