Lily Evans Fanart Novels & Stories

"Just like that. Perfect." Lily looked down at Arianna with such wonder and love that I felt my chest get tight. "Hi, Ari," she whispered. "I'm your cousin Lily. I'm going to teach you so many things. Like how to paint and how to dance and how to make Daddy laugh." Arianna stirred slightly in her arms, making a small sound, and Lily's eyes went huge. "Did you hear that? She made a noise!" "That means she likes you," Sarah said, taking pictures with her phone.

Lily didn’t appreciate the joke. “Nolan is your mate,” she growled at me. “How can you let this wolf say such a horrible thing about him?” But Lily didn’t always get to be the boss of me. I told her to be quiet. “I love you too, Yena,” Evan replied. “I’d do anything for you, you know.” “I do know. Thanks.” Evan slipped his hand out of mine and stood up. “So, what do you say we do something fun today?” he asked. “Something different, that’ll take your mind off this bullshit?”

Mish informed. Ivana knotted her brows, she had no idea about Eve Lily's I*******m post, “When did she do that? I had no idea about it. Where is my cellphone.” Ivana opened her I*******m and, to her surprise, Eve Lily had posted her first sketch. The reason Ivana didn't see the post is that she didn't tag her. “This lady is crazy. This is my first sketch that she saw and fell in love with it,” Ivana said with a surprise look.

Lilith stumbled past me, I need to call my parents,” “You can't, you'll only put them in danger,” “I need an explanation, Stefan, I need to know how am I able to do this,” she cried up, levitating my favorite painting off the all. “Ok, but first can you please like... put that back, it was drawn by Sean De La Rosa, that shit is expensive” I pleaded. Fastening the art back in place, she dived onto the couch, covering her face, “I grew up as a weird kid, my parents would normally brush my issues aside and pretend as if it was not happening, always trying to convince me that it's all in my head— and it wasn't real,”

"Uncle Damian! Look at my drawing!" She shoved a crayon portrait into his hands. It showed four stick figures: a tall one with spiky black hair (Damian), a tall one with messy brown hair (Julian), a medium one with long black hair (me), and a small one with pigtails (Lily). They were all holding hands under a yellow sun. "We're all holding hands," Lily explained. "Because we're a family." Damian stared at the drawing for a long moment. His throat moved. When he looked up, his eyes were suspiciously bright.

Sin speaks up. "She is," Evelyn confirms quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Lily was definitely planning something bad. You felt faint after our drink and then I tried to get you home in my car but I think I also felt faint as well and when I woke up I could see Lily trying to kiss Sin and take a picture of it." Mrs. Hayes tightens her grip on Evelyn's hand, "I am not surprised that she would do something like that, she is a slut after all," she says, glancing at me with a hostile look.

There was no way he’d ever slobber, especially at that girl’s feet, and told her so. “Yeah, well, Evan has a special way with men. I’m sure you’re familiar with a succubus and their abilities,” Lily told him, and now he knew what was odd about her scent. “She can have you totally obsessed with her at the flick of a wrist,” she finished and the blonde looked extremely pleased with herself. “Now, what is so important that you broke protocol, Evan?”

Most times, she seemed to be absent-mindedly doing it. Which had given Kyra the time to make herself comfortable by going through photo albums and picture frames on the walls. "Yeah, Evie does," Lily agreed, appearing beside her, the broad smile on her face at the moment captured of her sister and mom. Eve, who looked at most five, was wearing a sports uniform consisting of a yellow short and matching t-shirt, was thrown in the air by a young woman in a flowery pleated gown whose beam on her daughter was brighter than the sun.

He caught her, holding her against him as she drew him into a bone-crushing hug. As she drew away, she lingered for a moment, staring up into his face until her gaze fell to his lips. His eyes flickered to his wolf’s involuntarily, and he thought for a second she might kiss him, but then she turned away. “I want to draw you.” Lily reached into her bedside drawer, removing her sketch pad and graphite pencils. She was an amazing artist, full of natural talent. She’d been doodling on the sides of her paper in school for years until a few winters back when Anthony had bought her a sketchbook for Christmas. She placed one of her pencils between her teeth, turning her head to the side as she looke

Lily walked away. "okay" My eyes couldn't take my eyes off the picture, Erta displayed it into several small frames. In each frame are paintings of several people. The first frame is little Lily, she is so cute like a porcelain doll. Then there is a painting of her and Erta gardening in the garden. Then in the largest frame, there are photos of several people. It was when Lily was a little older, her hair was already long. There are six people in the photo. Three girls and three boys.