Jamil Viper Fanart Novels & Stories

He paused, looking from his documents to us with a smile. "Are you sure?" He asked with a lop sided smirk. "An Aston Martin Valkyrie. This rare beauty uses its side mounted ca—" My eyes fazed out in excitement as i smiled at Jade. This was the life i wanted. And in that moment the luxury was nice. It felt unrealistic. And extravagant. But i thought i was finally living, finally grasping the world. Life. But alas— To be continued...

She was called “The Viper.” Her real name was Raven Delgado, 32, a former MMA prospect who had disappeared from the legitimate circuit two years ago. She was lean muscle and dangerous curves , 5’9” of coiled power, with olive skin covered in intricate black tattoos, a tight black sports bra that barely contained her full breasts, and black shorts that hugged her powerful thighs and firm ass. Her dark hair was braided tightly against her scalp, and her eyes burned with feral intensity. Lucas couldn’t look away.

"Gentlemen, this is our premium offering. Jenna Carter. Twenty-eight years old. Undamaged. Connected to Colt Richardson of the Devil's Reign MC, which adds considerable value." The men studied me like livestock. One stood—tall, scarred, with dead eyes. "I want a closer look." "Of course, Mr. Konstantin." Viper gestured. "But no touching during preview. That privilege comes after purchase." Konstantin circled me slowly. "She has fire. I like fire. It makes breaking them more satisfying." I met his eyes. "If you touch me, I will kill you." He laughed. "See? Perfect. I will start the bidding at one hundred thousand."

Red Viper Club Victor Conti, the Alpha of Black Mamba MC, stepped out of his sleek black car and onto the dimly lit street. He slicked back his shining black hair, his eyes scanning the surrounding area with a hint of paranoia. This was his favorite club, Red Viper, a place where he could let his guard down and be himself without fear of judgment. But it was also a secret he kept hidden from the rest of the world, a secret that could ruin his ruthless reputation. Red Viper was a gay club, and Conti knew that his association with it would be seen as a weakness by his enemies and even mean his death by some of his own people.

Of course, Verona used this chance to officially announce me as one of their artists, and I also created a social media account, amassing up to a million followers that very night. Some artists started using me as a reference to create fan art of me, calling me a mythical creature that came straight out of a fairytale story. In a short amount of time, I'd already amassed four hundred thousand fans that were subscribed to my topic, and more fanworks than I could count. And so, I became popular.

The pieces of glass sparkle everywhere, tiny shards flying in all directions. Jamil flinched. Jamil is one of his trusted friends with wealth, his trusted wolf His hand lifted halfway, like he was about to block something—even though nothing hit him. But he didn’t step back. He stood still, his face tense. His usual calm and sharp eyes were filled with a mix of fear and stubbornness.

I lay there waiting for his hand to land on me. When it didn’t end up happening, I opened my eyes and looked around to see Aramis holding the Blue Viper’s hand in the cage. The Viper grunted, raising his other hand to probably hit Aramis. When he looked into the eyes of Aramis, he stepped back out of fear. If Aramis was able to scare away such a villainous creature then it was clear that he was as powerful as the stories being told about his heroic actions.

So he followed slowly, to the ally, trying his impossible to not be seen or heard, then, he heard them, "I'm telling the truth bro, it's only rumoured but, the viper is down. I heard some of the big boss's henchmen talking about it." One guy with a piercing on almost every part of his face. The name viper stole Dylan's attention. He wasn't hearing it for the first time; he had come across it while investigating numerous cases in Silverton and other nearby cities. The called this person The Viper, no one knew who the were but they had a reputation that drove shivers down your spine. They said whoever this person was, they could walk right I front of you and tell you their real identity and yo

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

But this one has all my work and sketches I have been working on. Including the one I have for the Raider tattoo. " Merigold I know I saw the one you did for Tank and the one on your back. And I'm impressed. But Merigold, these are incredible." he says. He sees the one I wanted to talk to him about. He points to it. “ For dad?” he asks. I just nod. “ Like I said. Incredible. And I will be proud to wear it.” Viper says. I can’t help but smile. He always makes me feel good. "What's incredible?" I turn and see Casper beside me. Viper stands to shake his hand. Viper sits back down and Casper takes the seat across from me. Viper slides my portfolio across the table to him and points. " These are