Pierce Fanart Novels & Stories

"Your 'rental fee' was refunded. Ellie isn't coming." The light in Pierce's eyes died instantly. "Lucia... I'm sorry." I glanced around the room. The walls were covered with Ellie's paintings from over the years. So he really was the mystery buyer. Right across from his bed hung one of Ellie's earliest paintings, 'Family.' The painting only showed me and Ellie. On Ellie's left side was an empty space. That was where Pierce used to stand in the old family photo by our front door. I didn't say anything. I just left a recent photo of Ellie beside his bed.

I turn to Pierce, even though he is currently mad about me losing the ring, he is still the only person I've got to talk to. In case I forgot to mention earlier, Pierce is the biggest fan of every piece of my work; I know it isn't surprising because we go way back. He has, in fact, been my first fan, even before I took an interest in photography. "Because I can see you, looking at your photos feels like looking through you most of the time," He says and I give him a confused look, but he is gazing through my gallery. "Your pictures are always transparent, just like your eyes, I can always see through it." Pierce looks up at me and I can hear a loud sound, that is my heart beating wildly.

She hadn’t noticed Heidi slipping away yet, and I knew she would definitely not like Heidi taking it off since the room was very cold. I gave Heidi a sympathetic look. “You know you just recovered from a cold, cut nana some slack she’s trying to keep you safe.” Heidi said something under her breath before she returned to Angie’s side, arms crossed and pouty. And I was certain that pout would stay on till Pierce joined us. I knew he was somewhere in the room talking to Gregory, his artisan friend who owns the studio and convinced him to display his art exclusively at this gallery. My patience was on its last leg and so was Angie’s. We had promised ourselves we would only see Pierce work with

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.

She said. I groaned, covering my face. “Pierce wears glasses without them he won't see the drawing, it's subtle. He probably thought it was a sticker!”I defended. Sierra cackled. “And you think that stopped him? Girl, I can see him now hunched over your diary like a Bond villain with sharp teeth, evil eyebrows raised wearing his fancy glasses, whispering, ‘So that’s her fetish… interesting. Muhaha.’”She replied. That image cracked me up.

Pierce teased, licking Arianna’s ass cheeks from the bottom to the top in an attempt to soothe away the pain. “No, he didn’t,” Arianna lowly sighed. “And why not?” Pierce asked, sliding his fingers back into her tight channel. He pulled them out and sucked them into his mouth, releasing his fingers with a loud pop. “Why didn’t he enjoy his nudes, Arianna?” Pierce asked again as he massaged her insides. “H-he never got them.” “What a shame,” Pierce drawled, giving Arianna’s slit a languid lick. Arianna was in Heaven, and if being naughty got her this kind of treatment, she was fully prepared to act a donkey all the time.

Asher said still surprised. The fan smiled and stood between them taking her phone out, Asher made a peace sign and Wyatt just smiled. The fan quickly took the picture smiling and quickly hugging them afterwards, Asher hugged back still shocked but what shocked him even more were the fan's words "I have a have fan account for you Mr. Pierce, you're really handsome" she smiled. 'HOLY SHIT!! ASHER REALLY OUT HERE GETTING BOTH' "R-really? Um thank you, you're really sweet" Asher stuttered with pink cheeks.

“Nothing. I also wanted to thank you for the thoughtful birthday gift you left me at the salon yesterday. I’m sorry I wasn’t there, but I got it this morning. The wine was a lovely gesture.” He finished off his beer, then cocked his head at her. “You don’t drink, do you?” “Not much, but I’m looking forward to trying this.” One of her fellow hairdressers who was a wine enthusiast had assured her it was a more than decent bottle. Pierce led her deeper into his house. One wall was floor-to-ceiling windows. Movement outside hinted at trees in the yard, swaying in the dark. The adjacent wall was covered in white subway tile with dark grout. Over that he’d hung ten identically sized bright graphic

No one needed to see a Luna shift into wolf form at a human waterpark. I turned again, panic rising in my throat— “Elena!” I whirled. Pierce stood near the towel return, a bright white linen shirt draped casually over his shoulders, sunglasses perched on his forehead. He looked like he belonged in a damn travel brochure—tanned, relaxed, confident. But I barely registered any of that. “You came!” he said, striding toward me, arms open as if we were old friends. “Welcome! I was just about to head over—my grandson’s dying to meet Aiden. He’s just over—”

Jane greeted the driver. "Hello," Pierce replied, turning around to face her. Jane noticed the young man beside Pierce Gold and complained, "Your fans are too intense." The young man smirked. "If they weren't, you wouldn't be here." Jane rolled her eyes. Jonathan was the one who liked him, not her. She extended her hand and said, "Give me the album." Anderson blinked innocently. "What album?" "Don't play dumb. You promised Joe you'd give him your new album."