Pearl Fanart 소설 & 이야기

Author(me): "Nobody wanted you here though, thank you Pearl. Don't forget to click the like button too guys. Thank you so much, angels" Peach: "is that the new fan name 'Angels' it's nice." Yes it is! We love you Guys. Thank you once more.

She held her head and screamed out at once. "Ahhhhh!!!!" * WILSON'S MANSION, PEARL'S ROOM* Pearl decided to smoke again tonight, so after three sticks of joint, she doused the smell with apples. Half-eaten red apples are scattered around her bed like her habit, and there are wrappers of mint sweet too. She loves them. There are chocolate nylons too, she literally stuffed her face before finally falling asleep, rolling herself in the middle of her duvet. Her laptop is at the foot of the bed, and TITANIC is playing.

How long could those who were hiding behind the scenes hold their breath? Pearl sat on the carpet, holding a marker in her hand and drawing randomly on the album. Her pink and tender face was painted. She looked at Jessica who was supporting her chin in a daze, and then she followed her. However, the colorful marker in her hand was not put down, and there was another orange line on her face. A few seconds later, she could not calm down.

I'll call it protest art. Pearl, with her loose gray braid, strolls up to Katy almost dragging her husband Roland behind her. Pearl beams with pride while Roland looks as embarrassed as I am to be here. His eyes search the ground and he does everything in his ability to not pay attention to what his wife is doing.