Marshall Lee Fanart Novels & Stories

••~~MADDISON~~•• It was the last day of my contract with Corian Van Halen… and the day of my first art exhibition. Both felt like endings, though one felt like a goodbye I wasn’t ready to say. “Thanks for the invite, Maddison… wow, this looks like a movie.” It was Harper Lane… Willow’s sidekick, the one who used to laugh the loudest whenever Willow made a cruel joke. Her smile was as fake as her extensions, but her eyes didn’t hide their shock.

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie

Lee smiled before his mind slipped off as he gave orders to whoever could source me some water, leaving me stood alone watching as the woman looked through cupboards to find what art she wanted to show me. “This room does look beautiful; I may have to commission this artiest to paint the nursery at my house.” Marshall said looking around the room to break the silence, allowing my already hurt cheeks to hurt even more as I smiled, on our journey here, he explained how his mate had just found out that she was pregnant, the pair of them in talks with some artists to decorate their babies nursery. “That would be great, you’ll have to invite Sebastian and I around to see it after.” I smiled to mo

Chapter 11 - Jason I wasn’t sure what had happened while I was gone, fighting the most unexpected fight for a couple of different icing colors for their kids. But, as soon as I joined Lorelei and Ryan again, the mood seemed very different from the one I left early… My sweet cousin had a beaming smile on her face, while the same couldn’t be said about the man next to her. Ryan looked like a ghost, completely void of color. “Sorry, Lo. They didn’t have pink anymore, would red work if we mix it with some white or orange?”

I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me. “So,” she murmured. “You and my son have been… active… it seems.” Heat crept up my neck, but I didn’t look away. I refused to. “I don’t have the makeup to cover it up. I am embarrassed walking around with the marks, but Alpha Marcel seems to enjoy seeing them, and even if I wanted to, I have no way of trying to cover it.” She nodded, and I could see her chewing the inside of her mouth as she clearly debated on how to respond to what I just said.