Mha Funny Fanart Novels & Stories

I asked Faith at the bar counter after talking to Alena this afternoon. "Paintings..." She twitched her lips, thinking. "Do you not find them interesting?" Her face was telling me that she wasn't a fan of them until a huge grin burst on her face. "Are you kidding me? I love them! I love looking at paintings! Do you know I often go to art exhibitions?" Gosh, I think my heart just melted. I might have found my soulmate. "Really? That's great." "Why do you ask suddenly?" she inquired once her excitement mellowed down.

I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had. "I know you can draw. It's so beautiful. What's that? " he asked pointing at my newest sketch. I shut the book, sliding it out of his reach. I glared at him, not quite used to anyone disturbing me. He met my gaze coolly. " Ah! Where are my manners? " he said. I mumbled, "probably in your half eaten sandwich". He smiled. "Who knew you had a sense of humour? My name is Matthew. L. Henderson." I rolled my eyes, not caring I was sitting next to the mayor's son. He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't.

Alex teased, making me slap his chest. "I could be a single father you know. Who said you'll be a part of the equation?" I retort. "How can you get rid of this hot piece of ass." He said, gesturing to his body. I faked gagging noises to feign disgust. "I'd rather die alone," I replied. "I wonder if you'll make the same noises if I-" I quickly shit him up by slapping my hand over his mouth. "You're disgusting," I said.

he mumbled. "Yet", Martins said and winked at me. "I knew it!", Aunt Jessie said laughing like a child. "Martins you too, seriously?", Diego groaned. "What? I can see it in your eyes yunno," he teased wiggling his brow. "That's it, I'm outta here," Diego said standing up to leave. Martins and Aunt Jessie kept on laughing. It's funny how a Mafian boss like her could be so fun and interesting and playful.

Emma. The air in the conference room felt charged, every revelation tightening the invisible threads of tension between us. Marcus’s words echoed in my mind, unraveling the very foundation of everything we believed about supernatural history. "So the segregation of species," Tara repeated, her voice a careful whisper in the heavy silence, "the whole hierarchy of werewolves, vampires, witches… it’s all artificial?" "Engineered," Marcus confirmed. He reached into his worn leather bag and pulled out an ancient journal. The weathered cover bore faint traces of intricate designs, symbols that seemed to hum faintly with power.

This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children.

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.

😨😨 To be continued 😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛 😋😋😋😋😋😋