Shelly Brawl Stars Fanart Novels & Stories

Novel: Soul Shard Captor [BL Version] Series: World & Soul Bureau Series Author: Lucy Pan Dora Started serializing on: 27th of June, 2020 On Goodnovel since: 6th of October, 2020 === LINKS === Support the author: ko-fi.com/lucypandora Author website: lucypandora.com Discord: lucypandora.com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time

While we were still talking, Kayden ran into the room with her sketchpad. “Uncle Teddy, look!” she exclaimed, holding up a drawing of what I could only assume was supposed to be a castle. “That is amazing!” Teddy said, clapping his hands. “You are so talented, Kayden. Do you think I could get an original for my office?” Kayden beamed brightly and I chuckled. “Really?” “Absolutely,” he said. “I need some good art to brighten up the place. You are the artist. Draw something nice for me.”

The red and blue flashing lights. Ah. My stalkers. The cops. I just rolled my eyes before continuing my art piece. It was a piece of art if you ask me. Better than Picasso. Valentina Gianni Lombardi, the new Picasso of rearranging faces at your service. Before I could lay another punch, I found myself being tackled off of the dickhead. I grunted as my face got scraped up against the cold concrete. I just chuckled with a smirk as my hands got cuffed behind my back. I realized it was one of the officers I see on my regular, weekly trips to the station.

“That’s why you stopped letting me cut your hair?” He let the hair drop back down. “I couldn’t let you see.” Shelly wiped her eyes before she lifted her arm. Tucked inside her armpit was a brand. “What the fuck is that?” Rick rushed to her side and stared at the brand. “It doesn’t look like mine…or Abby’s.”

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I couldn't lose control. "Fight! A threat is almost in our backyard. Are you going to run and hide if it gets here?" Her voice came closer. "Why are you so weak? Aqua could take me down within the blink of an eye." The chair then went missing from behind me. My eyes flew open in time to witness it tumbling away. My gaze snapped to Shelly, who stood above me. Blue eyes were in tune with the glowing of her skin. The jewelry she wore sparkled. Purple hair danced as if she was underwater. A spear in her right arm, raised above her head, aimed at me.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

“I've got no explanations...“ “I've been treated poorly by you for as long as I can remember. You put up this toughness which drives me insane and sends goosebumps down my skin. I never imagined that all these time, you were just a wet, weak lamb and the tigress appreance was just a costume. You repulse me, Megan. You bloody repulse me!“ For a second there, I thought I saw a flicker of rage but my eyes were shut the next second at the impact of the hard slap on my cheek. “You're one big, ungrateful wench, Shelly!“ Megan's yell maniacally pierced my eardrums. “I've been feeding your ass since ages, suddenly now I'm repulsive?“ “If I had known this was your source of feeding my ass, I would h

With a gasp, a nearby waiter turned and scurried to grab a broom. Thalía was suddenly standing next to him. She held out a small towel. Gabriel took it. “Gracias. (Spa for ‘thank you’)” “Gabri, you’re wasting your time with her,” Thalía said quietly, nodding toward Calleigh. “You’re going to get hurt, you know that.” “You’re wrong.” Gabriel wiped the blood off his hand with the towel. The cuts were superficial.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m