روايات وقصص ضمن Skullgirls Valentine Fanart

I arrived at the bottom of the altar. Valen looked me up and down critically, raising an eyebrow at the badge on my shoulder. However, he didn’t appear upset. He turned, then, and bowed towards the wall. For the first time, I looked at it. An image of a woman was carved there. Her powerful, muscled body was covered by thin strands of fabric, and two canine ears popped out of her untamed, curly hair. Her snarl revealed fangs, and her fingernails were long and pointed.

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.

Maya was not a few steps behind him, tapping rhythmically over the screen of the phone, replying to e-mails. Soon, Valerie arrived wearing a white sundress. Her face remained void of any emotion. Slowly she slid beside Harman while greeting him. Somehow, Lola managed to convince her for breakfast showing Valentine's fear but the same can not be said for Crystal. She declined to show up after hearing Valentine arrived late at night. Lola murdered Maya multiple times in her brain for ruining the friendship of two girls.

She tried to scramble back to her feet, but the stickiness of the liquid held her down, like a prey caught in a trap. I shook my head again in disappointment, why do they trouble this poor girl? What is so funny in making another person suffer this much? I heard Ethan chuckle as he got up holding his phone in his hands. Valentina slipped and fell again, her clothes some part of her upper arm was now covered in the sticky paint. “Do you need help?” Ethan towered powerfully over her with a mocking smirk on his face, Valentina’s tired eyes shot in my direction it was as though she was asking for help, and I looked away immediately. “Say it, do you want me to help you?”

It took a lot to rile her up but she was learning how to give as well as she got now instead of letting it cower her like before and I was thankful of her creation of Petra as it was bringing Adira back from the dark place she'd been and allowing her to blossom into herself. I was getting ready to tell her such when my eyes brushed across the couple not too far from us now. I was going to steer her away when Valentine and I made eye contact and I knew avoiding him would only lead to more questions. I could feel Adira stiffen next to me as we watched the woman lean in and kiss Valentine, who at the last minute turned his head so her lips landed on his cheek. Ahh, this must be one of his ..

In the next moment, he pulled out his sword and attacks the structure that this evil creature was about to use and rape Valentina. A wail louder than that of a scared girl screeches through the awestruck forest and blood gushes on the dirty ground heavily. Arthur’s penis falls pathetically like the broken tail of a lizard and Valentina covers her eyes, unable to see the demonic play. The trauma settles under her hiccups, but she refuses to become part of any monstrous acts.

“Next.” Isadora crawled to Valentina, who was already naked now too..standing tall like a goddess of ruin. Her body was fierce. Curves sharp enough to cut. Her pierced nipples gleamed under the light. She lifted one leg up onto the arm of the chair, exposing herself completely. Isadora kissed her thigh. Whispered it again. “I’m your filthy little bitch..” Valentina slapped her face. Just once. Then cupped her chin with a smile and spit directly into her mouth.