Ladybug Fan Art Novels & Stories

I look through canvas upon canvas of artwork Lilah has clearly spent much time, care and love painting… there are landscapes… there are young children playing in the forest with a wolf watching nearby…. There is a picture of what I think is Selene the moon goddess with a white wolf by her side standing in the light of the moon…. there is a modern art portrait take of Indie which I have to say is amazing!.... there is many pictures of shadows of wolves in the background of what at first glance look like a normal day to day picture, then I pick up a canvas which Lilah quickly grabs from me…. “Oh that one is no good” she moves to get up with it so I cant see it, but I am quicker than she is and

Lyra carried Luna down the short hall to her room, Rhea trailing with a glass of water and a nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. The little bed was a nest of blankets and stuffed animals, the wall above plastered with crayon art. Wolves, moons, stick‑figure families. The latest addition was pinned dead center: three blobs with ears—tall, small, and very big—done in stubborn, dark strokes. “Want me to stay?” Rhea asked, leaning in the doorway. Lyra shook her head. “I’ve got her,” she said. “Go argue with Marcus about trash raccoons.”

God, I loved the way my body looked in moments like this. My hand slid lower, over my stomach, and my tummy growled softly. Maybe I should’ve reached for a scone. But no, not now. Food wasn’t what I craved. A flicker of scarlet drew my eye….a ladybird crawling delicately along the edge of my blanket. I froze, and then laughed softly. Its bright red shell made me think, embarrassingly, of my ex again. His cock had been a masterpiece, dotted with little beauty spots near the base…just like that insect’s back.

The good feelings cultivated through constant interaction with her junior brother played a role. Lily Moon's will did not resist Sebastian in the slightest, especially with the influence of the 'Enchanting Bugs' inside her. "Young junior brother... you... you're not allowed to look at me..." Fortunately, Lily Moon still retained a bit of rationality, but the tone of this 'warning' carried a teasing undertone. Sebastian smiled bitterly. The 'Enchanting Bugs' is a type of insect that stimulates human desires. If contaminated, one must not use cultivation techniques; otherwise, they will be automatically absorbed.

I commented pointing to the large photo of a butterfly with such details on each wing that sat on the wall, the woman nodding her head with a smile. “That was painted by a local artiest, each wing holds the names of each former rouge we were able to help and send to a new pack. We have more of her artwork I will be happy to show you.” The woman explained the nice story behind the artwork before walking away to retrieve the artwork, leaving me a moment to look over to Lee who hadn’t left my side at all.

while standing to take a view at the nursery again, staring at the empty cribs which Fabian had built for them himself, l felt his hands were better made for battle than wood. My eyes moved to the mural. Luna, the moon goddess, holding two children, one with silver eyes, the other red. I didn’t paint it. No one in this house did.

Then she turned off the lamp, and Lila rolled over, hugging her koala tight. Before she fell asleep, she thought about the picture she’d drawn. The big pink tree. The people underneath. And how, in the corner of the page, she had drawn a tiny hummingbird. It wasn’t perfect. The wings were uneven and the eyes were too big. But it was flying. Just like her. A storm rolled in that night—sudden and sharp. The wind howled against the windows, rattling the glass like ghosts trying to get in. Thunder cracked across the sky like a warning. The lights flickered once, then steadied.

What are you looking at? Anna Garcia was shocked and quickly put away the tablet and smiled, 'It's okay, it's okay.' KrisTinaen Oliver squinted at her and reached for the tablet. I found Anna Garcia arguing with people on trumpet whether ETinahan WharTinaon should match Xenos Winter or her. Looking at the comments section, KrisTinaen Oliver's lips twitched wildly. This posture is no less than two million fans' star fans tearing at the end. 'We've broken up. There's no need to do this.'

“…I’m going to see the tattoo on your hand, right? I doubt she’d force you to rub it off while it’s still healing.” “I doubt she’d even see it.” Gryphon hissed a sigh. He then stopped at a design. “This should look good enough. It’s rather simple and would heal faster.” “You really like simplistic lion art, don’t you?” Andrea chuckled and looked through her book to find an eagle that looked similar in style. “Can I ask them to just copy the wreath and put this eagle head instead? They can do that, right?” Gryphon nodded, but he answered softly upon hearing the owner discussing with someone outside. “I like simple designs because I’m not fond of a literal lion. If I was, you should have eaten

Nicole. “Heidi…” my heart softened as I dropped to my knees beside her. “I’m gonna put them back, I promise. I just wanted mum to stay here for a while.” One of her drawings rested ont he table too, almost covered by mum’s scarf. I pulled it from under there. It wasn’t the best picture but I could tell it was two older women with a child in between them. One of the women’s hair was done with a yellow pencil while the other was black, the child had tiny dots around her head to imitate hair, but what they all had in common was the yellow circles hovering over their heads and the triangle wings.