Ink Bendy Fanart Novels & Stories

Among the crowd youngsters holding bottles of San Miguel were drinking in joyful celebration and common folks expecting to watch their favorite dancers pass by, were in high spirits. One of the spectators was Arthur Marquez, oftentimes called Art by his peers which he liked because it meant painting, sculpture, sketching, drawing, or his love of writing. He mingled with the people and looked just like the rest. But he wasn't. He was exceptional. He was about fifty, simple, and always seen dressed ordinarily in khaki trousers and a white polo shirt. A prolific writer and a bold detractor of the government administration, he contributed regularly articles in local and national papers to lamba

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie

"Vanelope will try to get inside your head. She'll make you doubt everything—me, yourself, what you want." "And what do I want?" I asked, because apparently I was a glutton for punishment. His smile was sharp enough to draw blood. "That's what we're going to figure out." He walked around me slowly, then stopped at his desk and leaned back against it. “Bend over,” he said. “Hands flat. Legs apart.” My breath hitched. Still, I obeyed. The desk was cool beneath my palms. My hair fell around my face, curtain-like. The leather of his belt creaked softly behind me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but every moment felt like I was suspended on the edge of something sharp and holy.

I will make another book squealed to HELLBENT DENIED LOVE and then change it's tittle. We need to vote here, who wants HELLBENT DENIED LOVE to have another book? I mean, New book: DANCING IN FLAMES~Squealed to HELLBENT DENIED LOVE.

Apparently, he's not a fan of the color. “The dress, Veda.” Making a face at his patient tone, I removed the damn thing from its hanger, slipped it over my head and tugged it down. I had no bra, but I wouldn't be able to wear one with this anyway. It was pretty, the openness of the back setting off the more modest front nicely. The skirt was an A-line that landed right at my knees. The bodice darted to flatter my figure. The only thing I couldn't reach were those darn laces.

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Jace, the gentle man, tried to calm them down but they just brushed through him shouting their lungs out of the room. Jace just sighed. He blamed himself for not stopping Kaizer on making a grand entrance. They must have done it nicer. "What the---who are you?!" The ugly man, they believed was Bum Pan spoke gurgling blood in his mouth. He was half-naked. Bald head, squared ears and pierced lip, Jace and Kaizer were not wrong. This man was Bum Pan. Kaizer, before answering found himself a sofa to sit on. He rested there first his stout sword: the five-inch wide and a meter long sword known as 'Flagrare". Then he sat and slouched like he was on his own place.