Novel & Cerita Miraculous Fan Art

Suzy's POV I collected the mic as Richie, the emcee kissed my cheeks. I smiled at the large amount of people that attended this event...that's how much they love me. I also love my die-hard fans as well and they can act crazily as well due to the love they have for artistes. "Hi fans" I breathed and they screamed. They all started to chant my name and I raised my hand slightly to signify that they should be calm. The noise died down a bit and after some minutes, they seem calm.

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

Sapphire said. As soon as I turn, I could not believe my eyes, here stood an all-white Lycan with clear blue eyes. Seeing is truly believing, looking at this beautiful creature in front me I had to agree with Sapphire she is a miracle and I cannot wait to see what she will do.

Lucas said, forcing a smile as he turned to her. Miracle tilted her head, her wide eyes darting between me and Lucas. “Why are you sitting so close?” Lucas chuckled, though his laugh sounded forced. “We were just talking,” he said smoothly. I nodded, praying she wouldn’t ask any more questions. “What’s that you’ve got there?” I asked, pointing to the paper in her hands. “It’s a drawing!” she exclaimed, climbing onto the bed to show me. As Miracle babbled about her artwork, Lucas stood and straightened his shirt. “I’ll leave you two,” he said, his tone returning to its usual composed calmness.

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

Here comes the question! “I want to be something majestic! Like the last boss or something. Something that make people stare at you in awe when you appeared.” I rambled. My request sounded preposterous. If I wanted to be the last boss I might as well be a demon king, but in the novel “The Villainness is My Lover”, there’s this one character called Aiden Mikael, an angel trascended from heaven who was in love with the second female lead, the kind and cheerful girl, Rosaria.

Jack extended his hand “You sleep for a little longer till Martin comes.” “I can’t sleep anymore.” Mira pouted; She was wide awake. She gave Jack the robe “but I just thought of something I forgot.” “Pretend I am sleeping.” Mira whispered, “I am going to space.” “Um” Jack nodded and walked out of the house with the robe and soap that Mira passed him. Mira walked into space and admired her work narcissistically before turning the robe and embroidering a miniature of their signature, blue and golden-yellow-red phoenixes. This was the first time they gave color to their signature. Both phoenixes had their magnificent wings opened in flight rising above the ground, one fire and the other from ic

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

Coming to a club wasn't the really my idea, I just wanted an alone time in an art house or listening to sad nostalgia music, but Lana wouldn't let me. She insisted we came to this club to stare at God's art — half naked men. And honestly, I'm glad I listened. Mira leaned back in her chair, staring at the ceiling like she could still see the scenes playing there. “I swear,” she said slowly, “I still replay everything in my head.” I nodded. “Me too.” “It’s crazy,” she continued. “The company was so embarrassed. They tried to hide it but most of the companies who worked with us, threatened to leave.” She turned to me. “And don't get me started on how you painted Kieran as a hero.”

“Keep it.” “Um.. okay.” I take the drawing. I'm not sure if this is appreciation or offense. “Thank you?” How does this even look like me? I eye the paper again. This picture is terrible. Maddie will fall over in laughter if she sees this. I can already imagine Maddie going all out. I can even hear the faint laughter in my head. But still, I can’t help but find myself growing protective over the strange art. Nicoli made this. And that’s all that matters.