Romans & histoires Robin Arellano Fanart

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.

Maria wasn't interested in their drama and was just about to leave, but something caught her eye as she stopped. Glancing over, she saw that the fan who just wanted a signature was holding a painting. It was one of Robin's early works—a painting of a small Amaron town that had even won an award. Maria had been a fan of Robin for a long time and recognized it immediately. She had even tried to buy it once, but someone beat her to it. This piece was totally different from Robin's later works, so it was understandable that newer fans didn't recognize it. But Eleanor was denying it in public, as if it wasn't hers at all.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

He must have taken ten to twelve days to draw this masterpiece. '' How did you understand whether a man or woman drew this?'' Noir asked. '' It's simple for him,'' Christina comments standing beside Robin. Noir was on the other hand. '' He can distinguish painting whether it's drawn by a man or a woman.'' '' You have quite a talent don't you?'' Noir compliments. Robin was feeling embarrassed by all that compliment. They walked inside further. It was then Robin heard the name of Angela. He has been a huge fan of hers for a while. But he was never able to tell anyone about it.

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie

She said, and I smiled, taking a step back to look at myself in the mirror. I fixed up the small broche that was in my hair, it was a scorpion one, and ensured that my jewelry was adjusted properly before taking a step back just as I heard Arturo walking inside the room. Seeing him, the stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artists walked out of the room, leaving us alone. I turned around to look at him and he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest as he held a small blue bag in his hand.

He couldn’t remember and it wasn’t his strong point, females and their unborn young. Taking comfort from the fact that Jack, whose mate was expecting their first pups, didn’t point out any obvious inconsistencies – he had plumped his cheeks as well – Robin was only glad his half-sister wasn’t one for plenty of make-up. She’d been wearing her hair down and he saw no reason to attempt a different style. After all, Arielle had just returned from an ordeal. If she looked perfect it would be too good to be true.

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‘Rafael always hopes to save you from the Luciano family's darkness, but you are always cynical and hate him! Robin got out of bed. His body looked down and almost fell because he couldn't walk straight, as if he had been heavily drunk, despite the fact that he had not consumed any alcohol. ‘I know why Dante chose you. You are an ideal replacement for Dante Luciano! You are a malevolent devil with no heart!’ Robin's breath gasped. His throat felt extremely dry. He noticed the water on the table and wanted to drink it. However, he collapsed to the floor.

She replies uncertainly. “Okay.” Azraiel nods. They didn’t notice that Theo had gone out of the room and was now back. “Alpha… The portrait of Richard that we made with Caleb’s help is ready.” Theo hands over a rolled sheet to Azraiel. Charlotte’s eyes get stuck to the sheet as he opens it and lays it down on the table. Azraiel looks expectantly at Charlotte. Charlotte takes in the sketch in front of her with a clenched jaw. She is aware of the burning gaze of her mate.