Lilia Vanrouge Fanart 소설 & 이야기

His claws extended sharply, and for a moment, I thought he might actually attack me. "She's lying, Kelvin!" Amanda jumped in quickly, clinging to his arm. "She's just jealous that I'm your Luna now. That's why she refused to return the ring. She destroyed it out of spite!" Kelvin let out a furious growl and stormed toward me. He grabbed my arm roughly. "Where is it, Ella? Stop playing games!" I yanked my arm free from his grip, meeting his burning gaze with steady eyes. "It fell to the ground the day you came to my den," I said calmly, each word deliberate. "The shards are still on the table. Go see for yourself if you don't believe me."

It was just that there was more than one ‘Lila’ in the world and the daffodil insignia was their emblem. The ‘Lila’ in Edo City merely had a similar stature and applied makeup to look like her, but that was all it took to fool him. The real Lila had never left Brookesville. She killed Dr. Jürgen and tampered with Westley’s pills. For the last twenty-odd years, she had been stalking Westley like a predator. Now, she went ahead and kidnapped both Yanni and Zoe. What in the world was she trying to achieve?

The girl seemed to foresee that she might be discouraged, so she immediately said, "I really like you. Don't question my abilities just because I'm young. I can not only be your assistant but also do makeup and argue. Please choose me! You don't have to pay me a salary! Oh, by the way, my name is Lilian!" Natalie looked at Emily. What's going on? A star-struck girl? Emily shrugged. She didn't know before that this little girl was Natalie's fervent fan! Actually, having a fan as an assistant was pretty good. This way, the assistant would wholeheartedly take care of the artist. The other two candidates were wide-eyed when they heard she was ready to do it for free! After examining the informat

But as she shifted slightly to the left, her eyes locked onto a particular painting—one that was different. The painting depicted a young woman standing at the edge of a cliff, wearing a simple white dress that billowed in the wind. She faced the horizon, where the rising sun cast golden-orange hues across the sky. Her face was partially visible, showing an expression full of longing and determination. In her hands, she held a single white lily, as if symbolizing hope and sincerity. The brushstrokes were soft yet rich in detail, evoking a deep emotional resonance. Elise felt a shiver run through her. She stood on tiptoe, trying to get a closer look, just to make sure she wasn’t imagining thi

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commissioned piece from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy when she agreed to make a book cover for me, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

It smelled like home, unburdened. Lila’s laughter was the soundtrack now. Not the hesitant giggles of before, but full-throated, uninhibited peals that echoed down the hall as she chased Atlas, our lumbering but endlessly patient Newfoundland, around the living room rug. Her art studio door stood perpetually open, no longer a place of hidden terrors but bursting with vibrant watercolors of fantastical creatures and sprawling landscapes. The charcoal monsters were gone, replaced by sun-drenched meadows and galaxies swirling with improbable colors.

“Let’s give them the benefit of the doubt. But you’re on standby, Rose. The minute one of them starts up, I want it to stop.” “Understood.” The heaviness lifted as Rose’s tone shifted mischievously. “Now, I need to know what Janka was talking about when she said you’re going to paint your man.” Laila’s grin returned instantly. “I am. But not on canvas. Well… on canvas, but not the normal way.” She told Rose about the tarp that had arrived, the brushes, the edible body paints neatly hidden in the hall closet. She had spent an embarrassing amount of time researching safe brands and color combinations. The thought of Nichole’s reaction alone made her giddy.

I decided to make a drawing for each person. So far, I have finished one for Nova, Axel, Waylon and Jessica. Since I didn’t know Lilith that well, I just drew her a big ass flower. The dimensions were very delicate work. Since Tiger Lilies are my favorite, that is what I went with. Using come bright orange, it had spots of yellow and even red in it. The stem was dark green and the middle was a dark brown. Overall, I loved this picture.

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

“I’ll be here.” Annabelle gave a brief nod before slipping away, her heels soft against the floor as she moved toward the exit. Lila watched her go for a second, then let her attention drift back to the artwork. After a while, she moved on to the next piece, studying it. She was so absorbed in it that she didn’t immediately notice someone had stepped close to her. She glanced sideways, catching the outline of a man in her periphery, and for a brief moment, curiosity flickered through her.