Kiana Kaslana Fanart Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

- 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.

she asked excitedly. “ Yes, don't you know me? I'm Kartik Mehra, KM, ever heard this name? I'm one of the top designers of the country and also a star-maker, I can make you the star, you can become a famous model through my studio, ” he said playfully, while she looked at him with enlightened eyes, “ Really?? ” “ Of course, I'm a man of my words, ” he said while moving his eyes to her breast, meanwhile, Krish pulled him back.

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.

I shook my head, glancing up as I felt someone step up to the table. “Excuse me?” “Yes?” “Are you Theresa Carter?” I nodded, smiling at the young lady. “Oh my gosh, you’re so pretty.” “Thank you. This is Kris, my best friend.” “AJ’s girlfriend. Gosh, he looks so much happier. You’ve done a number for him.” “Thanks. I’m sorry…you are?” “Where’s my head, I’m Kasy. I was wondering if it was possible to take a picture with you two? Well, with my friends over there too. Jessica and Carrie?” I turned to Kris who shrugged.

Kiana thought with a shrug, "I know I'll still enjoy it." With a catish grin Kiana stood up and slipped off her white panties. The change was easy since she wore a short skirt with her tight t-shirt, and when the thong slid up and around her ass she felt a little jolt run through her. She could remember posing in them before for one of her boyfriends – and the pictures of that little photoshoot she still kept in her scrapbook.

Threading my fingers in my hair, I pressed my face against the desk and released a huge sigh. It hurts. Why does it hurt? I pulled out my phone and I scrolled through my gallery, littered with Xania's pictures and videos. I scrolled through the pictures I had taken of her when she was painting, she was on her knees with one paintbrush pushed against her middle ear, while the thinner brush was in between her delicate fingers, she said that brush was for detailing the textures the thicker brush couldn't do. Once she finished her painting, I could clearly see what she meant about the detailing. The colours she used were primarily dark although some were bright, the painting had some kind of flo

Apart from those, every other part of the windshield is utilitarian: the wipers, the bottle of dubious spring water, the handy rags… Kate of course likes decorating, as evidenced by her room at home whose walls are covered with montages of photos on poster boards and corkboards – photos of herself with her friends and her parents – aside from the more precious photo stickers and Polaroids on the frames of her standing mirror and nearly overrunning the surface. She also has posters of Blackpink, BTS, Twice, Momoland, Exo and other K-pop groups, inspirational scroll posters from Papemelroti, and one geeky poster of Yu Yu Hakusho with the four main protagonists in dynamic poses. Kate doesn’t ge

I answer impatiently. "Teegan, come on out," Kiana says. I thought she looked beautiful before, but now she looks like a queen. The makeup they put on her is subtle, but it makes her blue eyes more defined. They twisted her long blonde hair up, leaving just a few long curls to frame her gorgeous face. When I look down at her feet, she's wearing thin silver heels. She looks like Cinderella. Why do I keep referencing children's books and movies? Am I that anxious to have pups? "Well?" Alisia says with a smirk. Why do my sisters have to be here? The things I'm thinking I can't exactly say in front of them, so instead, I just stare at her with my mouth open.

"Scarlett." ******