Silly Billy Fanart Novels & Stories

Billy let out a shout which shocked everyone at the scene. He paced up and down irritably, pointing at the photo of Brian as he yelled, "Slander! This is pure slander! This photo is a fake, it's been photoshopped! I've seen this photo and I personally saw them taking this picture. At that time, there was no Starry Night in the picture. The collar did not look like this at all!" Billy saw Brian take this picture, which was later posted on his social media. When this photo was taken, Brian hadn't designed 'Starry Night' at all, so how could it be in the picture?

Now that was a really good time to hold in a fart. Everything went blank, not Billy of course. He was still as hot as ever, hotter up close. But everything else stopped. It was like my mouth got stuck by super glue. And handsome Billy, sexy Billy lifted his head away from his computer. He looked at me with a frown. Not that I’m-proud-of-myself kind of a frown. This frown said something different. Something like: And now? What the hell? His eyes.... his eyes were bright and shiny. They had... I don’t know how to describe them. They had... Can I say Pizzazz? Yes, I can say Pizzazz. I’m the one telling the story ( hahahahaha).

Billy said as he grinned, seemingly pleased with himself. Billy preferred female celebrities over commoners, especially the really famous ones. It gave him a great sense of satisfaction! At this point, both men had already started to let their minds wander away in their own lewd world.

"Please play it smart. She's really happy with us." "We got it Rory, we're not stupid." Billy grumbles, his happy mood souring a little, but then he's grinning again. "Maybe I'll fuck one of the girlfriends? One of them's bound to have a girlfriend?" "Cally?' I suggest and he bursts out laughing.

I whisper. Billy pulls me closer to him, “It is, but don’t worry. You are here with me, and I won’t let the scary bondage clowns get you.” He teases. I laugh and lean closer to his ear, “Maybe I like a little bondage.” I grin. His face falls blank, and I laugh as he leans in and whispers back, “Maybe I do too.” We both look at one another and laugh, “Come on, help me choose some stuff.”

“What is wrong with you? This is how you live? And these drawings, what is this? Some kind of weird wolf shrine?” Sibil looked genuinely offended, like I’d just insulted his taste in art. “Excuse me! These are classics! Look at the details!” He pointed to one of the particularly awful drawings. “That one’s Mona LeWoofa. Stunning, right?” I stared at him, completely horrified. “This is disgusting.” “Fine, fine,” Sibil sighed, rolling his eyes as if I was the unreasonable one. “You clearly have no appreciation for the arts. But before you pass out from sheer disgust, maybe you shouldn’t believe everything you see.”

Billy sighed, patting the counter, “My daughter wants me to sell it because it’s falling apart. She doesn’t understand that it’s part of old man Billy.” Selena smiled, seeing how affectionately the man was talking about it. “I’d enjoy giving it a makeover.” He arched an eyebrow and feeling slightly embarrassed, she explained, “But with paint of course. I know nothing else.” Billy grinned, “Meh, I won’t mind. It looks like a ruin.” “Really? I can? You’ll let me?” He put his hands on his waist, thinking hard, “As long as there’s no orange. I hate that color.” She exclaimed, "What? But you're wearing an orange shirt!" He cleared his voice, muttering, "That's only because Maria thought it would

When I went to work, he would watch cartoons or draw. His drawings... well, let's just say they were abstract. I asked him what his art was supposed to represent, and he rubbed the edge of his paper with his pale fingers for a long while before finally pointing at the picture. "This is you, Jen, and this is me." He couldn't remember more complicated names, so he just called me Jen. When he said that, his deep, cool voice echoed in my ears. And that was when I realized: He really was a man now.

The ranging wind would gulp their shelters to trenches where it belongs and leave them stranded of a home of abode. Billy at least had a value in his wild world . He is more of old funny fellow with white hairs bleaching, a glass which he uses to see things afar, nose to sniff. When he does the sniffing one would practically look agitated at how old billy sniffs like a nosing creature nevertheless he was never a creep or knave.

Billy blinked in confusion while Anna raised an eyebrow at me suspiciously. Then suddenly Billy gasped loudly and pointed at himself. “Me? A model?” His eyes widened. “Like… the people on billboards?!” “Yes,” I nodded seriously. “The ones that wear cool clothes and pose like this?” He immediately struck the stiffest pose imaginable, puffing his chest out so hard he nearly lost balance. I burst out laughing and clapped my hands. “Exactly like that!” Billy screamed excitedly and started jumping around the office. “I’m going to be famous! Woooh!”