King Dice Fanart Novels & Stories

signs, the fan club had taken over entire sections. Several large, colorful banners stood out prominently: “HARLOW x JONES: ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC” “KANE + DANICA = CHAOS & CUDDLES” (with a cartoon teddy bear waving a hockey stick) “Protect Her, Captain Soft!” “From Hits to Hearts – Go Harlow-Jones!”

All of them proceeded to the secret room. It wasn’t the first time Marco and Ven had been there, but they were still in awe as they roamed their eyes around. The room was simple, with plain cream-colored walls, tiles, and a ceiling. What made the room exceptional were the paintings hovering all around. Realistic and conceptual paintings surrounded them—remarkable and worth a second glance. When they noticed Kane’s latest painting, they immediately glanced at him in astonishment. It was the black diamond! Stan, standing beside Kane, smiled haughtily and stared at the newest addition to his dear friend and master’s collection. The painting was so lifelike it felt like you could touch the diamo

His car smelled of lavender, it was amazing how clean it was, he had a Kung fu panda action figure resting in his dashboard. "I couldn't, I was busy, did you?" Tom said dropping his act. "Sure did, it was fun" the man said nodding with a huge smile. "The game was intense man, The Wolves gave it their all, so much strength," he said as he adjusted the volume on the radio set. "Hey, that a classic jam" Tom said nodding along to the song that played on the radio. "This man always played at my folks anniversary, it was always epic" he continued.

Why were there only four kingdoms? "There's one more thing Your Majesty should keep in mind," Theo continued. "The Merfolk are the enemy of every other race." Anna is confused. "Why?" She tilted her head. "Why are the Merfolk the enemy of everyone?"

I ask, trying not to gasp or squeal. He shakes his head. “No, come on! Not thousands, just a hundred thousand.” Although I don’t refuse to let him take my hand, I want to scold him and how he keeps giving me flashy things. I’m about to say something when I see the K&W SIC engraved on each of the diamond. I look up and my eyes are glassy as I stare at him. He’s made something special for our ‘Smile it’s Christmas’ movement and I love it.

On the totem pole of what we did, a lowly pimp would not be allowed to know much. “Are there other people working for Andresky?” I asked. “I-I think so! If you spare me, I swear to you that I will find out for you!” I chuckled darkly as I ran my thumb over the blade. “No need. I’ll find out for myself.” I met his eyes as I pulled my lips back to reveal my fangs. “And trust me, I’ll do it faster. Now, relax. It’s time to play my favorite little game. Make the bad guy bleed…”

Ever since that day they were annoying about everything. "Do they not know that I'm the King of Hell, bloody hell!" I gritted my teeth together looking around the room. Red fascinated me. There was just something about the colour. Blood, fire and everything lethal was red so I summoned the demons to take over the bodies of dead artists from the past and help me rebuild the place. It was against the law but it was my place. Every wall in the room was painted red and even the light in the rooms where bright red bulbs. Most of my faithful friends, I can count them on my hand gathers in the very red room for our meetings.