Skullgirls Valentine Fanart Novels & Stories

He started flipping through its pages. As Valerie struggled to rise, Kieran pushed her back down by the nape of her neck. "Come on, darling. No peeking. Let me go," Valerie said. She waved her arms around, trying to swat him, but he was out of reach. On page 53, she turned his photo into a donkey head. On page 72, his nose got a donkey makeover, with his face covered in freckles. And on page 120, he simply vanished. Valerie, the little artist, worked some magic. She gave him rodent teeth, cat whiskers, and swapped his black hair for blazing red waves.

Obsessive. Valentina. Always Valentina. The same eyes. The same shy smile. The same face. Hundreds of sketches. Hundreds. Some realistic. Some abstract. Some unfinished. All her.

she replied to their whisperings. Many girls started screaming and fangirling over them. Some only cleared their throat and left the crowd. Others looked disgusted. Some guys envied Damian for having such a beautiful girlfriend like Avery. “Good job, Val,” Avery approached the singer. “You have a nice voice.” “Avery?” Valery widened her eyes, and she stayed silent for a long moment before she cupped Avery's cheeks. “No one ever called me Val before. Oh my god, you're so cute!”

This would be the very first time that I’ll be giving Lucifer a love letter and I just hope he’ll love it. I drew a cartoon of a boy frowning with a girl smiling beside him holding each other’s hands then I wrote a ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Love!’ in the middle of the card’s front page. I put some heart stickers and ribbons on each side then some glitters inside after I wrote my message to him. It was simple yet cute for me. I'll give it to him tomorrow with the chocolate that I'll be making.

Just three photos. The first: my hospital diagnosis. Food poisoning. A severe allergic reaction. Threatened miscarriage. The second: Adrian's mortgage agreement, backing an $800,000 loan. Creditor: Summer Shafer. The third: my pants soaked in blood as the park ranger loaded me into an ambulance. One caption. [On Valentine's Day, I lost my child... and the ability to love the man I trusted.] Less than ten minutes later, the comments went feral. [Wait. Is this actually real??]

I gave Bray a look that told him to hurry the hell up. I was so not equipped to deal with fangirls. “What’s up, buttercup?” he asked, stopping next to the girl and setting our drinks on the table. Okay. Now she was shaking. And was she—oh God, she was crying a little? What is this insanity? “This is Valentine.” I smiled tightly. “She was wondering if she could get your autograph.” “Well now!” He turned and gave her a dazzling smile. “You sure can. You got a pen and paper?”

The atmosphere was really awkward for her alone, when other ladies had their boyfriend, or finance with them all enjoying a blissful afternoon and here she was waiting for her boyfriend's arrival. She wore a long white shirt, with tight red jeans that brought out her shape really well. At the back of her shirt, a red big heart shape was drawn with a word boldly screaming Valentine's day underneath it. Her long blonde almost white hair was packed neatly in a ponytail style. Valerie was a young lady gifted with round small lips, pointed nose which fitted her face well, long eyelashes which didn't need the artificial one again, and lovely deep blue eyes that fitted her round small face properly

Finn loaded his brush with thick blue paint. "Don't you dare!" Finn flicked. Blue droplets splattered Val’s forehead and tangled in his hair. He spared the clothes, but the damage was done. "Finn!" Val shrieked. The art event crowd turned to look. Val didn't care. He saw the way Finn was looking at him—not as a project, not as a fan, but as a mate. The Playmaker was gone. There was only Finn. And he was perfect. "You're paying for that," Val hissed, smiling anyway.

“Stop this now! She’s dying!” Lounging like an iguana on her crescent moon, Artemis raised her palm. With a tentative rotation of her wrist, everything froze. Rogue pieces of the shattered glass lay around Raina. Warm blood oozed through the deep gashes on her arm and neck. “Oh, I’m aware of that, but there are no do-overs.” Artemis sadly sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, “The game ends here and so does your mate, Valen.”

Valerie began to make her way through the crowd, nodding politely to guests, occasionally pausing to exchange a few words about a particular piece. "Ms. Calder, I'm such a huge fan," a young woman gushed, almost spilling her champagne in excitement. "Thank you," Valerie replied smoothly. "Are you enjoying the exhibition?" "It's mind-blowing," the woman said. "Especially the piece in the back corner - the one with the naked woman on a broken glass." Valerie nodded appreciatively. "The artist calls it 'Shattered Illusions.' I'm glad it spoke to you." She moved on, with Karen and Sophia still following behind her, as they complimented every piece they passed.