Missi Zilla Fanart Novels & Stories

she said, disappointed. Zilla chuckled. “Come on, you are late, go,” said Zilla. “And you two?” she asked. “Oh come, I am not in to dance,” said Daniel. She looked at Zilla. “Do you think, I look like one?” Zilla asked. She looked at her from up to down. Zilla was a complete version of a badass girl, who rather love to break faces instead of dancing. “Fine, I am leaving,” said Amanda exhausted and she rushed towards the school.

"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh, I've had it up to here!" 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 pai

Not like lightning. Quietly. Like a lock turning. She knew exactly what she wanted to paint. The canvas grew quickly after that. A field appeared first. Golden. Endless. The farm. Then the oak tree. Strong. Ancient. Unmoving. Beneath it stood a little girl. Jessica at eight years old. Holding a flower crown. Looking toward the horizon. Then something new. Something she'd never painted before. A second figure stood further ahead. Older. Walking away from the tree.

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

Pulling the button off and lowering his pants casually in front of Zella, Mike still has the last piece of fabric protecting his assets. Zella pulls off her hair ties and turns her hair knot into a single pigtail. She stood up from her seated position, revealing a maid's uniform that was much more modest than the one she wore when she first became a maid. Zella stripped off all her clothes and left only two pieces of cloth protecting her chest area and her core. Zella did not let go of her bright brown eyes, which turned slightly dark due to the burning haze of passion. Zella's feet moved and stopped right in front of Mike's chest. Zella's fingers touched Mike's chest, revealing the tribal t

“That is the hardest fight of my life. Where is the stupid bitch? He asked, his eyes red with anger. Suddenly we heard a pup laugh, a familiar laugh. I turned around and guessed who was crawling towards us. Zira and she is smiling happily. “Are you kidding me?” Asher growled out. “No way am I killing my pup, fake or not,” he growled. I sighed. “Misha, I know that is you. You have put us through enough tests. We need help,” I said to the pup. Zira giggled. I rolled my eyes, I know it is Misha. I can feel her aura. Our surroundings changed, and we were in a warm, cozy hut, the dead man and woman gone. I looked at where Zira was before and Misha was standing there smiling at me cheekily. Since

That guy is a good for nothing asshole, to think I've wasted 5 good years contending with a nutcase like him irks me more than anything. 'Are you going to get out or you're going to keep fantasizing about him.' 'oh come on, good night and have a good time talking to the loyl.' She smiled, her smile reaching her eyes and making her more beautiful. Zee was definitely in love with this lohl. I got out of her room and moved to my room. Contrary to Zee's room, my room wasn't a marsh mallow of colors, just four colors on each walls, pink, gold, silver and blue. A single poster of Rihanna was on the left wall. Yeah, Riri is the only celebrity I'm crazy about enough to have a poster of her on my pre

Jea Hwa spoke trying to relive what it would be like to venture into the entertainment industry. "Actually I'm a paint Artist, you might know me by the name Misty Hue." "The Misty Hue? I love your work! Especially the one where you turned a whole bungalow into an art piece dedicated to 'INUYASHA'." "It's nice to meet someone who appreciates that art. It got overshadowed by the glass paint art but it's still my personal favorite." Luna emphasised with pride. "Yeah your artwork is great and everything." Effie lilted.

Yours in plotting, Zera

Mirabella It was a pleasant surprise to see Zoya. Last we'd seen each other was at my final year defence. She had been one of the few art majors to sign a petition on my behalf which actually helped my cause otherwise I would've been flagged for plagiarism. She was my senior at Edinburgh and her art style was a unique form of line art not with pencils but with a burst of colors, which was a sharp contrast to her dark personality and dark outfit, even now the only color aside from black on her is her skin color.