Kiana Kaslana Fanart Novels & Stories

Lalisa could only whisper her name. Before she could say anything more, Seren’s tall, slender form appeared behind Kieran. She wore only a tight-fitting white tank top and grey sweatpants, revealing a perfect set of abs and a well-defined chest. A sly smile played on her beautifully sculpted lips. Her dark brown eyes swept over Lalisa from head to toe, undisguised.

Garrett stated. "She has never not talked to me, though," Ethan responded. "She's your mate. If she was through with you, she would've rejected you," Garrett confirmed. "After the festival, you get to claim her as your Luna, and you can be done with hiding." As if summoned, Kasia and her sister Lana, accompanied by their friends Lily and Janet, stepped into view. They were a stunning sight, each clad in their own unique summer ensemble. Kasia wore a flowing skirt reminiscent of a sunlit meadow, while Lana exuded ethereal charm in a maxi skirt adorned with delicate floral patterns. Lily and Janet, in their breezy shorts and tank tops, embodied the playful spirit of the season.

She even gave me a brief description about the artists working here and their nature and much to my dismay Samar Randhawa is also working in this movie. Ambe ma please make sure that he doesn't remember me just like kiaan. If he remembers me then he will destroy my life. Shruti introduced me to a girl named Tina. Who is a makeup artist here and by her expression I can see that she isn't happy with my appearance here. "Tina is kiaan sir's make up artist so she will teach you everything and tell you what suits him or what not OK?" Shruti said Ah! That's the reason behind her not so happy self.

I try to swallow, but my mouth is hanging open. Kas is in a loose purple dress that comes to her knees. The straps tie into bows on top of her shoulders. The color makes her skin look like porcelain and her short white hair looks like she just had it trimmed. It’s brushed to the side, making her look a little like a pixie or fairy. She is wearing a little makeup, but just enough to give her cheeks some color. Saint’s tail wags, and he swoons at our beautiful wife. I feel myself put my hand over my heart. It beats like it’s trying to escape. “No, y-you’re perfect.”

"Is it true or not that you are doing alright there? I brought some garments." "I'm fine! I don't require it!" Stanlay's voice came muted from behind the entryway. "What?" After a snapshot of quietness, Stanlay emerged from the restroom with just a little towel folded over her sculpted physique. She has an athletic figure, etched however not solid. Her body was the indication of solidarity and excellence melded. I ran up my eyes over her long velvety legs then gazed upward. I never had an uncertainty that she was excellent, some way or another seeing her face obviously made me more drawn to her. She had heterochromia, one blue eye and one green, an extraordinariness even among wolves. Fair s

I see a man smiling at her, tickling her as she laughs. “Dada.” She is speaking! I wonder what Ryan did to her. The man must be Ari, her actual father. He is shorter than me and has a slim frame. He has dark black hair and brown eyes. A woman walks in and I recognize her from pictures Ashoka has. It’s her mother, Kiana. Kiana is short like Ashoka but has long blonde hair and piercing green eyes. She definitely has an angelic look to her. “She is so beautiful Kiana. Our Haley is so beautiful.”

"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.

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV

- I gave her a yellow smile, which she reciprocated. - It seems that today the roles were reversed, Kiana took a long time to leave the house and I had to wait. - Brendon said right behind the girl, who smiled without an ounce of pity for her friend. - And how are you today? Ready to start painting? - Draven looked totally normal next to me, as if absolutely nothing had happened, he didn't even seem affected. - Of course we are ready! Artists are born ready to paint at any moment! - Kiana looked strangely excited, which made me wonder what had happened in the meantime, from yesterday to today, that made her like this.

Keona said, her sanity slipping further. Keona grabbed a painting Kath’s portrait, her sister’s face identical to Ale’s. She scribbled over Kath’s face with red ink and laughed in satisfaction. “Haha, this is beautiful.” Keona burst into maniacal laughter as she looked at her sister’s defaced portrait. “Keona, what are you doing?” Keona stopped instantly. Her cheerful smile vanished in an instant. “What are you two doing here?” Keona hurriedly hid the photo behind her back.