Ruby Gillman Fanart Novels & Stories

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

They had been stacked in a cabinet secluded behind a large cheap painting. Sam had to transfer the content of each vhs tape into cd. Each tape was named 'Genova' and not 'Gillian'. Yet they were full of Gillian... Rye closed his eyes to let go of the images in his mind. Gillian getting wild and erotic in front of the men. Gillian deep-throating each man... Gillian taking three men into all her holes... Gillian... Gillian was just living through the sexual fantasy of a man. Lupo Serese was obsessed with Genova. Lupo used Gillian to pose as Genova...

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.

Immediately, several fans begin to comment under the post, urging and cajoling Gillian to release the design while asking her when she’ll be launching her collections and also if her collections will feature men’s and women’s designs. Gillian responds by reposting the post and captioning it, ‘made for hubby.’ Not only does she use it to express that she only made the design for Albrecht, but she also flaunts her love for Augustus by calling him "hubby." This makes the loyal fans inexplicably enthusiastic. Several of them quickly begin to follow Gillian. Soon, Gillian's almost one hundred thousand followers begin to grow steadily toward five hundred thousand. Even though Gillian has made use

I translated signs out loud just to annoy him. “Rue des Mauvais Garçons,” I read. “Street of Bad Boys.” He raised a brow. “Sounds familiar.” “I thought of you immediately-,” I said sweetly,. He laughed, actually laughed-, and I realized I hadn’t heard that sound much before,. Just… human. At a small art market near the Seine-, he stopped in front of a watercolor of Paris rooftops,. “You like it?” I asked. “It’s imperfect,” he said. “But honest.”

My eyes scan the portraits one by one, trying to find inspiration, when my eye travels to a corner I rarely venture to look at. I swallow. My eyes lock on the all-black painting. The only color is a pair of red glowing eyes. This. This image is of my nightmares. I was plagued for years with this image. I haven't thought of it in so long. A shiver shoots up my spine as I break my eye lock and return to my blank canvas. **** I painted for a bit, but decided I needed to ground myself a bit more. I head downtown to a little neighborhood I like to call Hallow Glen. I don't know why. I just like the way it sounds.