Sonia Nevermind Fanart Novels & Stories

"No buts or ifs, you can go change in that little corner over there and I swear I will not be looking." I looked at him with pleading eyes hoping he would just let this go but it did not work. "Go on, don't be shy." He said as he gave me a light push towards the corner. I slowly went over the corner and I looked over at him and I saw that he had his back facing towards me. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off and opened the zipper of my pencil skirt and let it fall to the floor. I took of my bra and slipped on the dress. It had one sleeve which was an off-shoulder, and it reached me just above the knees. It was navy blue with the edges made of gold. It was really beautiful and I was really

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

Sonia issued the decree. Meanwhile... Leo, Valerie, the wizard alongside the rogues had arrived at the border pack that existed between northern Packs and the Southern packs. While they kept moving, Valerie suddenly felt dizzy and then she drifted into unconsciousness.. and she had a wild dream. In that dream, a man who was an artist was returning back to his apartment after an intense performance at a concert. It has always been every artist's dream to perform at the Grey arena, as this place is known for the history it brings along with it.. Scrolling through his I*******m page, he was seeing all sorts of posts and most of them relating to his performance tonight. He knew the performance t

As my vision blurred, and I felt myself nearing death in the body I had sculpted, a sudden, frantic pounding of footsteps echoed through the hall. "Cathy!" Sebastian's voice. He lifted me out of the sculpture, concern etched deep in every movement. "It's okay. I'm here. I've got you. We're leaving." … Meanwhile, Theo had just finished soothing Hannah, yet an unreasoning irritation gnawed at him. He felt his punishment had been sufficient and was about to have someone release me. Then one of his men rushed in, clutching several reports, face pale and urgent. "Mr. Bennett, the anonymous donor who gave you a kidney after you escaped the kidnappers… We compared the records with Ms. Catherine Wol

I looked up and gave her a cold glare. "That painting's useless to you. I can refund part of your money." "No way!" At that moment, Caleb pushed the door open and walked in. With his permission, the reporters outside also flooded into the studio. "Lily, I don't need your little bit of money. But if you want to keep your mom's painting, you'd better beg me!" I sneered and stepped toward him. Right there, in front of everyone, I slapped him hard across the face. "Caleb, you're disgusting."

The dogs took a huge leap, ready to puncture their canines into her skin. "Jesus Christ!" Eyes wide-opened, brows raised, hairs standing erect, Sonia observed her surroundings. The Lovers Road. The very spot where she had died. *** "... join me on my next live stream, guys. See ya!" Bella exited I*******m and proceeded to place a phone call. Her plastic smile had immediately wavered, and her frown was so intense it would be better the person on the other end doesn't get to realize it. "Hey – "

My parents are music professors, and their university is always hosting these music salons and exchange events. But they never took me. After I graduated from college, I was desperate to see what it was like, so I begged my mother for a visitor's pass. She was busy helping my sister Ella fill out an application for one of those concerts, and she cut me off cold: "Everyone attending is a top-tier musician. You can't even read sheet music—walking in there, you'd just stick out like a sore thumb." A few days later, I stood in the freezing wind, listening to the applause rolling out from the auditorium. My sister stood at center stage, performing alongside a bunch of renowned musicians. That nig

“Are you sure? Athena told you that?” Blake nodded. “Yes, sis. Just have a little patience; she is going to come back.” “But I need her now! For the Ball, for our mate! Tell Athena to connect with her—to come back and claim our mate!” Blake sighed. “I know, but…” “Hey, Blake!” a stern voice interrupted them. The sisters turned to see a young boy, about Blake’s age, approaching. He had short, wavy hair, small eyes, and a well-defined but not pointed nose. He was slightly muscular.

Plus, it would be great for the company, of course. So, with new resolve, he grabbed his phone and dialed another number. “Lina! It’s Adonis. Busy Friday? Perfect. I’m doing a show. Bring the girls. No, not that kind of show. You’re naughty. It’s an underground fashion show. Scent and skin. That’s all I’m saying. I’ll text you the deets. Oh, and dress hot.” He hung up, grinning. His whiteboard was now crowded with names, arrows, and notes. He circled Willow’s Comeback three times and drew a messy heart around it.