Novel & Cerita Lilia Vanrouge Fanart

Lila sat at her acrylic desk looking down at the paper in her hand. It held the scenarios that she would ask Aurora. Lila had no doubt that Arden had tried to prep Aurora as much as possible the day before. Lila chuckled. She had a couple up her sleeve that would no doubt through the want to be Luna off.

“The soon-to-be bride of the Great Alpha Lucian?” “Bride?” I muttered, but before I could say more, the older woman stepped closer. “I’m Lirien, darling. The best makeup artist in the whole of Velmora City,” she announced proudly, flipping her curly red hair over her shoulder. “And this is my assistant, Yari.” “Pleasure,” Yari murmured with a tiny curtsy. Then one of the maids returned to usher them forward, prompting Lirien to raise a brow.

I thundered. They flinched and the woman closest to me raised a finger and glanced at Lena. “We begged her to leave but she wouldn't budge. She said she wanted to do this herself and we… we…” her breath swallowed her voice. Lena took a step forward, her eyes glued to her feet. “It's true Alpha, I just wanted to be useful around here,” “Useful? You call this useful?” I said with a stern voice, staring at the mess on her Apron and the utensils that were all over the floor.

She finally halted at the last painting and her tear dropped down from her eye. This was a painting of Lisa, dressed as a bride and Raol dressed as a groom. They both were walking together and weAre looking at each other. Lisa was wearing a beautiful white colored dress and was holding a bunch of Lily flowers in her hand while the background depicted a beautiful white colored church.

She blinked for a few seconds and watched the beautiful scene before letting her fingers do the magic. Liliana was extremely a clean artist, she was great at mixing colors and bringing life to her art almost making them realistic. The picture captured all the important details like the few small butterflies swirling around the flowers looking like bugs from a far, her smile widened when she watched the seated old couple leaning into each other's arms, she placed her head on his shoulder while he held her body near his chest watching the silent row of colorful flowers.

I needed to get on her good side too but I don't know how, I was nervous as fuck to face the mother of my Luna who suddenly wanted a divorce or a separation. Lilia's room smelt just her, cozy, swarm of sweet lily flowers, a neat queen-sized bed in the middle with a little lamp stand by the sides. She should open a Library because of the books she has on her shelves which are purely fictional. She loved purple too because every decor in her room screamed that, from the curtain to the fluffy rug carpet and the paintings on the wall. It all screamed purple with a splash of pink. She loved a boy band too and that made me frown and roll my eyes. Their Merches could blind my eyes because of how li

Fire needs stone, pup—she’s yours, revel! Lila stood by the pool, chestnut ponytail swaying, hazel eyes bright, clutching a parchment scroll, charcoal stick tucked behind her ear, courage radiant—the Veil’s end, her maps eternal, her spark blazing. Her tunic was clean, voice lilting, sketching the pool, the twilight catching her joy. Spark, her wolf, yipped vibrantly, tail wagging. You’re their star, Lila—draw, shine, live!

“I think this one will be best, but I want to add things to it.” Lily smiled. “Okay dear, what would you like?” Vastria pointed at the second card with the intricate lettering. “I want this lettering on this black card with the rose vines in silver. I also would like to add in the cover.” She pointed at the plain ‘You are invited’ on the cover. “I want this deleted and instead just have an image. I want the border to be the same throughout. I just want a dragon holding a rose.” “Very well, we can do that.” Lily took the cards and placed them away after jotting a few things down in a note pad.

Lila murmured, moving closer, “you still remember.” Maya turned away, trying to focus on the canvas. “You can’t just walk in here and—” “Why not?” Lila interrupted softly. “You painted me.” Maya froze again. Lila’s eyes flicked to the canvas. At first glance, it was an abstract swirl of dark colors—a storm of blues and reds, shadows and light—but at its heart, the faint outline of two figures merged together in motion. One dark, one bright. It wasn’t explicit, but it was unmistakable.

Klara sighed walking towards the lilies. The flower bed has all kinds of lilies including her favourite Madonna lilies. Her pseudonym 'White flower' was derived from these, in memory of Julia and her past. Looking at them made her feel refreshed and she kind of missed painting so much. It's been almost a month since she made new painting and didn't know what happened to the one she painted before getting kidnapped.