Novel & Cerita Jamil Viper Fanart

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.

"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."

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

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

“And their Luna, Lila, is a seer, known for her visions. Kira’s mate, Josh was from the Silver River pack. There are rumours that their Luna saw visions of what was supposed to happen with Kira but never told her even though they were friends. Now, of course there is no way to know the truth but we have made it a habit to not trust that pack.” At the mention of Josh Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat. He was a scumbag who broke Kira’s heart into a million pieces. Mate bond is considered to be the most sacred one among the werewolves and he still went ahead and hurt Kira. The Blue Orchid pack is absolutely right in their decision to not trust them.

Am I afraid… fascinated… both? The stranger was slightly taller than Arga the fake O'Brien, and his face… I don't know what will I say. When I saw him, my mind suddenly focused on Kim Taehyung aka V BTS. However, at the same time, I know the man behind Arga is not V. One thing that makes the person different: there is a scar line on his cheek. “You're now grown become a big girl, huh?” said the stranger. His voice was heavy; really reminds me of V the C.G.V person.