Romans & histoires Highschool Dxd Fan Art

major adult tweaks. More books to come and each will only get better, I swear it! If this book goes well, for book 2 with Alex's permission I'll release the old old middle school fan art he drew of our boys (it's freaking adorable and actually very impressive for a middle schooler to have drawn). Happy reading, Mari ᥫ᭡.

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commissioned piece from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy when she agreed to make a book cover for me, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

Kaze praises Alex. Yes, his name is Kaze Lovett, a 19-year-old 12th grader. It's funny how this 19-year-old boy is a grade higher than me in this high school skit I am playing. But, it amazes me how mature Kaze is despite his very young age. I think he is more mature than me... or even Mom, LOL. "Aren't you going to ask me about why am I so different last night and right now?" I ask as we walk back to our buildings. I realize that it is better to make a clear alibi to him right now instead of having him suspect behind my back.

EPISODE 225 After more than two hours, Dax finally finished the drawing he had been obsessing over. He straightened up with a proud grin, his chest puffed out slightly as he presented the piece of parchment to me like it was the greatest creation ever made. I acted impressed, eyes widening, lips parting in awe because I didn’t want to ruin his good mood. He looked so genuinely pleased with himself that I couldn’t bear to dampen that excitement. So I admired it with all the enthusiasm I could muster, even if I didn’t entirely understand what made it so special.

❤️‍🔥 ❤️‍🔥 ❤️‍🔥 ❤️‍🔥 #TBC_ #Inspired by Mean Girls A/N: Don’t forget to review your thoughts at the review section, uhmmm just will say guess what we happen next on the next episode of Vixen High.

Brandon smile and kiss my lips. "Yea now I want to enjoy my Highschool Days"I say . "With You" "With me?" "Yea With You" The End Thanks everyone who support my work ,I really get a very unaccepted feedback from you Thanks for reviews ,and thanks for your views , stay tune and follow my other work , love you all stay safe and happy .

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

I shivered, biting my bottom lip straining to focus. So, there is a Darius and a Forrest. What is the third’s name? Was Darius the one homeroom or Gym Class? Too many questions. I glanced over at his notebook. He was following along but was also doodling. I stretched my neck to try and see what he was drawing. I blinked as I saw it was me. But me anime-style dressed in a female version of Sasuke Uchiha’s costume in Shippuden. He’s outstanding! “My breasts aren’t nearly that big,” I whispered. I was going to regret saying it. But the costume Forrest was drawing me in had more cleavage than I’d be able to supply.

The cool afternoon breeze swept my curly hair into my face. A group of seniors were playing football nearby. I sat alone, headphones on my ears, staring at the face I had sketched in my sketchbook five years ago. A face I liked to stare at to fuel my anger and hatred for people.