H20 Delirious Fanart Novels & Stories

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

My brain feels as if it is about to swell beyond the limits of my skull, and the dehydration I am feeling is now far too evident to ignore. I drag my body down and attempt to get out of bed. But before I can get out of bed, the doors to the room I am in burst open, and a panicked Delila rushes in. Her hair is dishevelled, her eyes are crimson, and the glamour girl from the night before had vanished, leaving just a pink lattice over the white.

No one would know. This was my last day as a bachelorette. “I think I’ve changed my mind...” I replied, almost hoarse. If I thought his gaze was his most dangerous weapon, I was wrong. When he smirked, all my sanity vanished. He moved away from me for a moment and took a sip of wine. He looked so sexy as he wiped the excess wine from his lips with the back of his hand. He ran his fingers through his hair and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white polo shirt.

“Our bond is broken. You have a new mate. We are over.” “That was fake!” Milton said desperately. “The bonding ceremony with Josie was fake! We only did it to appease the clan…” “Fake?” I pulled out my tablet. “Then are these fake, too?” I showed him my private social media feed. “You blocked me from all your accounts,” I said coolly. “But my friends could still see all the loving photos of you and Josie.” “That was…” “Kissing through masks at the Venice Carnival. Sipping ‘special reserve’ red wine on a private jet.” I kept scrolling. “And this one, a picture of you two dancing in the Paris catacombs. The caption reads, ‘With my eternal love.’”

"Just like fire, burn out the way No one can be just like me any way Just like fire" ~PINK 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ Flashback Dimitri was sitting back in his chair with a picture in his hand of Mila, thinking hard.

I frowned and moved to the next mirror. Once again, it started as a distorted version of myself. This time I was in the Scream painting. But as the image melted away, I saw August. He was lying, barely breathing, with silver chains ripping into his skin, staining his light gray and white fur red with his blood. All the light in his golden eyes was fading.

is he making a v-video now? “Hey, Eunice give us a sexy dance there, give us a good sample woahhh!” Natasha shouted. I heard my other classmates laughing. I wiped the tears on my cheek. “Didn’t you hear what Natasha said?!” “Eunice--what the hell are you doing to her?!!!” I suddenly heard Celine’s voice. I saw her running to me, she pushed Reymark and Erwin... “F*ck off you son of a bitch!!”

Emanuele laughs. "What?" "That's cheating." "Why, allow me to follow the rules, then." And unceremoniously, perhaps just a little pained, Emanuele also gets up from the tub. The two are fully observing each other's bodies, and although shy, they both come closer. Johnny touches one of the hazel-skinned girl's breasts and gasps. Then she gropes his developed chest and makes a similar sound. The world outside seems to be in total silence as they witness that scene.

45 Kayanangai stirred up from her sleep and gasped for air. It was the worst nightmare she ever had in her entire life. The cold visual of herself killing her child with a knife, carefully slicing off its skin, and cutting the bones into pieces is still fresh in her memories. She wanted to throw up badly and her eyes turned watery. She patted her head, trying to forget that sight. “Bad dream, huh?” Aathiyan’s voice startled her. She patted her chest and turned to see him, sitting on a chair next to the cot. The room is so dark; she could barely see his face in the dimmed lights.

Zeke added with a chuckle, flipping off the light and locking the door behind him. Upstairs, the living room was a cozy nest of bodies. Delilah had emerged from the bedroom, her lithe form clad in nothing but a silk robe that barely covered her curves. She spotted Eli and Damien sprawled on the sofa, Eli still half-asleep from his earlier subspace crash, and Damien dozing lightly with an arm draped over him. With a playful grin, Delilah pounced, straddling them both and pressing her body down on top of the pile. Her robe rode up, exposing her smooth, shaved pussy as she ground lightly against Damien's thigh, waking him with a start.