Khan Doorman Fanart Novels & Stories

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

She had to be strictly business-minded for the sake of her future. A huge painting of a little black boy watering a small garden caught her attention. He wore a light brown dungaree with a striped white, red and blue shirt whose sleeves were folded to his elbows, and brown boots. One of his feet was crossed behind the other as if to show his excitement. Her guide explained that the art was by Haider Khan, a gay artist whose art depicted men in a non-traditional masculine way. She loved it. It reminded her of Darnell who was criticized by his grandfather for his love for gardening. And so she bought it as a gift.

Jack whispered, a breathtaking, genuine smile stretching across his face. Marcus stood a half-step behind him, exactly where the Bastion was supposed to be. The boxer wore a sleek, sleeveless combat rig of dark grey kinetic fabric that highlighted the heavy, scarred muscle of his massive arms. His hands were bound in fresh, pristine athletic tape, but beneath the fabric, the Liquid Silver mana was already simmering, coiled and ready.

My bare feet made no sound as I moved. There had to be a way out. A phone. A stairwell. A window. Anything. I crept past a row of tall doors. Paintings lined the walls...stormy oceans, burning churches, a woman in a red dress with her face turned away. Then I saw him. At the end of the hall, in front of an open door. He hadn’t seen me yet. Dante Rizzo. Shirt sleeves rolled up. Tattoos winding like smoke around his forearm. He was talking to someone on the phone, voice low and lethal.

And trust me—if you think things are intense now… you haven’t seen anything yet. So stay close, stay ready, and keep reading, because Claimed by the Don is only getting hotter, darker, and more irresistible from here. Wishing you a Merry Christmas filled with joy, love, and a little bit of dangerous romance. 💋🎁 With love, Your Author 💖

I"ll do mehak khan Obornation..... The one who is with you.. Listening this everyone gets shocked

Aliya grumbled but gasped when a thought stroke her "Is he a drug lord?" Aliya exclaimed and Nirvana smack her head "Ouch... She winced "You will definitely see him. I have a portrait of him in Korea. Maybe we should go see it together someday . I have a concert today" Nirvana replied "That's a promise Nirva" Aliya said and Nirvana nodded. "Aren't you tired of following me around?" Nirvana frowned playfully "Don't give me that , I'm trying to makeup for all the time we spent apart" Aliya replied

She showed me everything. The shelf of animals and their individual names and personalities. The drawings on the wall, each one explained in detail, that one was Button in the garden, that one was Daddy at work which was why he looked so serious, that one was a princess but not a regular princess, a princess who also knew karate.