Neon Fanart Novels & Stories

Tinted windows. Zephyr waved quick and walked to the door. His hair was messy. His shirt looked borrowed. Too big at the shoulders. He smelled like expensive soap when he hugged Mom. He said staff gave him a ride. Staff. Right. I open a new email and type fast. Subject: Neon Drink Revisions. I attach bright mockups. Yellow. Orange. Neon green. I hit send. Mr. Neon will love it. Or hate it. Hard to tell. My phone buzzes again.

“Neon faced a grave danger not long ago and since then, they started to lessen the information that will get out about him and the Anox.” I placed the folder on the table and went to her. “But is it true?” I tried my best to lower my voice. “Mister Neon’s partner is also a man?” Castiel is the owner of a company that published a magazine that has a lot of interviews with high-profile personalities. They mostly featured celebrities at first but now that even the people who hold higher positions in the most successful businesses around the country are also getting the attention of the public, they also started interviewing them.

signs, the fan club had taken over entire sections. Several large, colorful banners stood out prominently: “HARLOW x JONES: ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC” “KANE + DANICA = CHAOS & CUDDLES” (with a cartoon teddy bear waving a hockey stick) “Protect Her, Captain Soft!” “From Hits to Hearts – Go Harlow-Jones!”

"My place has security. 24/7. Gated garage. You and Mia stay tonight. We'll sort the rest in the morning." Elena had packed a quick overnight bag while Damian waited in the living room, scrolling his phone with a face like thunder. Theo's rumor was gaining traction, anonymous posts on industry boards calling her agency "unreliable" and hinting at "CEO drama." Sterling Creative was winning the narrative before the Horizon campaign even launched. The doors opened directly into the penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering Chicago skyline. Marble floors, minimalist furniture in charcoal and cream, art that probably cost more than her apartment. A faint scent of leather and c

They held hands while looking at the photographs of themselves displayed elegantly in Maxine's private home gallery. Most of them were in black and white in various sizes. Charlie's hands were sweating, but the excitement on her face somehow made it worthwhile. Looking at their naked bodies on canvas was surreal, Maxine did a very good job in editing them and made it look like a professional artwork.