Loid Forger Fanart Novels & Stories

She whizzed into her mouth with the sharp pain. "Trap? No! I fell asleep", she tried to explain. "And this is not shit. This is my baby. How can you-" "See, here comes the truth. Your so-called affection grew up so early. And now you're gonna use this to get into my life" "No!", she screeched. "I don't-" "That's your fucking motive. Your eyes were always on the tag. You want to be the Luna through me, right? To make yourself stand in crowd", his allegations were breaking her more from inside.

The bloody red-haired boy held out his hand, wanting to lift me up, I didn't catch his hand, turned myself up and said thank you, my hands brushed my ass, thinking of hitting the person that hit the wall, hurting me. "What's wrong, Ryan?" A curly blonde, sharp red crystal eyes well-made up. "Wow, a good-looking girl." The boy with the blond hair was also crystal red. What? Are they siblings? The six people, everyone is the same, white skin, beautiful sharp eyes touch people's hearts. Seeing that, I was just blind-eyed, Ryan called me. "You okay? My name is Lombardo Ryan and yours? "Alexis," I replied in a recent moment. Ryan reached out and grabbed my hand. His hand was so cold, not like any

She gulped down her food slowly immersed into the book. ****** "Foxy, go back. I promise to come back tomorrow." The 14yr old girl with long white hair grazing her butt ordered the orange cat that was clinging to her leg. She was wearing a peach patterned flared dress. "Meow." "I know, I know." "Meow" the cat mewed again giving it the best puppy eyes. Cat eyes maybe. Making the girl sigh and squat near it. "Foxy, it also hurts me to see you like this, you know this is the best I can do." She returned making the puppy's eyes.

Luna Nesta smiled, “you are absolutely right, Diana. Maybe Zephyr is indeed normal because Arcanes are normal too. They are the invasive species of the Gloom forests.” Finally, the four of them reached us in the teahouse, and another session of burning flowers began. “This is for you,” Zephyr pulled out a red tulip from the bouquet he brought. “Red tulip,” luna Nesta smiled. “Quite a profound choice to gift to your wife.” I accepted the tulip from Zephyr. “Thanks… it’s beautiful.” Carol jumped across the table, passing through over fifty kinds of flowers, but it didn’t like any of them.

Might as well disturb all the tailors in here. Louis drags Cassandra inside, Krille was standing on top of the huge staircase, rubbing her hands like a greedy dealer. Cassandra didn't have a good feeling about this, however she wanted to give this opportunity a try. She was The Krille DeVuil, after all. And what comes out was an exhausted Cassandra who had to carefully wear eight pairs of paper cuttings for the design. At last, one of it was chosen. By Krille. "This suits you, girlie. You like that?" She asks rudely. Cassandra chugs the glass of orange juice brought to her as she looks at the abnormal paper cuttings made on a thermocol which was cut for her shape.

I look around in sheer awe. This looks like a fairy's home. It had glass roofings and the glass walls were tinted. The fountain was the statue of a mermaid. A large bed made of smooth white stones and padded with white sheets and small pillows dominates a side of the fountain. Flowers, mostly white were planted around it. "it's beautiful!" I gasp softly.

She barked. I wouldn’t be involved in this plan if he cums inside me. His pull out game is so strong. More like he doesn't want me or Bianca to be the mother of his heir. Even when drunk, he doesn’t forget to pull not matter how hot the sex was….Which is why we decided to try the aphrodisiac potion. She continued, “I need not remind you that I could ask your co-wife or any lady in Moonlight pack and they'll be willing to do this job, but I trusted you! Isn't that why you're his wife? If you want him so bad, then make him want you!”

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

“Now back to Kyle. I don’t think a man who takes you to his favorite hiding spot from his teenage years dislikes you. I think he’s pretending. Men and their fake emotions.” “I don’t know, Fi. As long as his sister is still in that coma, he’ll never forgive me. This might all just be a game to him.” She pulled out a short leather skirt. “That right there would be perfect for the club. It’s your style.” “You’re damn right it is,” she wiggled her shoulders proudly. “But what if he’s trying to soften toward you?” She asked. “He took you to his house, you both practically ruined it,” she added with a wicked wink.

“You’re probably right. She’s all yours.” Yes, I also find it hilarious that the lead coordinator of a lingerie show is named after lace. Brocade, guipure, knit, or alençon...I suppose it could be worse.