Marcy Wu Fanart Novels & Stories

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

As they continued their walk, the once-icy barriers surrounding Jace's heart began to crumble, and he allowed himself to believe that there could be a future filled with warmth, love, and understanding. Meanwhile, Marvis' gallery was thriving. Her vibrant and evocative artworks captured the attention of patrons and critics alike. Her unique style, a blend of traditional and contemporary art, spoke to people on a profound level. As the word spread, the gallery became a hub for art enthusiasts, and Marvis's reputation as a talented artist soared.

"Name's Carter. One of Link's lieutenants. I figured I should introduce myself since we've got mutual friends." "Marcy," she said, offering her hand. "Lilly's best friend. Chief Wedding Planner. Professional chaos coordinator." Carter took her hand, holding it a beat longer than necessary. "Pleasure. And I gotta say, the wedding setup? Beautiful." Marcy beamed. "I do what I can." "You been dancing yet?" She shook her head. "Been a bit busy. And, you know, watching for any unwanted exes crashing again." Carter laughed. "I think we've got that handled. But if you’re worried, I could always keep you distracted."

That's the way of the werewolves. It's not that she was saving herself for marriage, but Marcy knew that if her parents found out that she was defiled, she would be in big trouble. That's why whenever Marcy hooked up with guys, she made sure they are aware there will be no vaginal penetration. Oral pleasures were fine, and if the guy was good, she would agree to anal, but her sweet spot was reserved for someone worthy. And this Greek God standing in front of her was worthy. He observed with admiration Marcy's impeccably straight blonde hair, parted on the side, that framed her exquisite face. Her light blue eyes, nearly gray… straight nose… full lips… flawless skin. Everything about Marcy wa

Art, like they had captured the artist’s soul. All of Wang Yi-An’s artwork was so magnificent that it didn’t take long for Madam Liu to understand why Yang Tian-Xu wanted this intern to be the Art Director for her event. Although, Wang Yi-An’s had amazing talent. However, it wasn’t the reason why Yang Tian-Xu wanted to recommended her. His only reason why was because she was the love of his life. He wanted her to have an opportunity to showcase her talents. Yang Tian-Xu—he used to be someone who was very focused on business matters. His care for the family business was his life.

Caught in the awkward situation, Marc's eyes moved back and forth between Candice and Sieg. He paused, thinking, and an idea came to him. "If you're not hungry, how about I show you some paintings inside? I've mentioned them to you before. You might find them interesting." Even though she was still uneasy, Candice knew it was Marc's birthday. She gave a slow nod and accompanied him inside. As they passed Alex, she sensed his icy stare on her, but chose not to meet his gaze. Inside Marc's house were several artworks by a fairly well-known modern artist, which Candice was familiar with through Hanley.

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.”