Loid X Yor Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

I nodded and followed him out of the shop. ** Lycan's car was already waiting for us at the gate when we got there. Devon assisted me out of the limo and into the Rolls Royce Lycan was in. Lycan looked as hot as hell. He had one black stud earring on, wearing a navy blue suit that complemented my gown well. He has on matching pants and a red tie, Black shiny leather shoes to match it up. He smelled so great with his cologne, I wanted to drown in it.

Nao asked while his eyes looked straightened on her as calmly. "Oh yes! I'm improving now, maybe one day I will fulfill my dream and put yourself as my gamer character" Loki teased Nao and she shown her portfolio of artworks. "Look! it was all of my characters and this is mine, short dark purple hair, and with the intense look" as Loki pointedly her finger at the proportions of the character. Loki didn't notice, They were so close, and she could heard Nao’s calm voice speaking. "You are a great artist" Nao smiled at her closely and Loki blushed since she was not comfortable when a man so sweet to her.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Yorrick never looked back. She laughed. “You’re such a gentleman. That’s very rare.” Yorrick took a deep breath and gnashed his teeth before chuckling. “Your body isn’t worth my attention.” “You didn’t even look. How would you know that I’m worth your attention? I’m a 32C and have worked as a lingerie model. They’re not small.” Xyla squeezed her boobs. Yorrick turned over at that moment, saw that, and froze for a few seconds. He covered his face with his hand and looked through gaps between his fingers and called her full name for the first time, “Xyla Mayweather.”

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”

Her spine is readjusting. Amara screams some more, looking at me, begging me to help her but there is nothing I can do. My mother yells. Don’t fight the shift Amara, it will only hurt more. Welcome it. Accept it. Before we know it a huge Lycan stands before us. Golden eyes with a hint of red. All white fur, ruby red forearms and legs with 3 tails, 2 white and one red and a half-moon on her forehead. Thalia comes running. “I heard “then she stops dead in her tracks looking at this transformation before us. Is... Is that Amara? Thalia asks, shocked.

Xander- oh wow thank you Lori! Lori- I will take this one because it has your wolf,black and blue eyes. You will have mine, I love the forest and to me you smell like it, and like the intoxicating smell of rain before it starts.. Xander- you smell like vanilla with a hint of rose. .. Lori- funny you hate sweet and I smell like vanilla! Xander- I don't hate sweets.. I am just- I will explain tonight at dinner.