Stardew Valley Alex Fanart の小説・ストーリー

His massive frame filled the atmosphere and Mara had to shrink back to be able to breathe properly, he was a very dashing and attractive man but sadly she wasn’t in the least interested in him although she hated to admit that it was because of a certain rogue artist. “You flatter me” Mara said, flashing him a smile. “I am not one to flatter, I will rather show you how exactly I consider you beautiful and you can call me Alex, I allow friends call me that and I believe we have crossed the threshold for friendship” he told her “If you insist then, Alex”

"I'm not going to the stupid party!" A tall adorable dolled up giant known as Ken has his ass in the air while the rest of his body is headfirst in an open messy closet with clothes spilling out by his feet and various shoes knocked upside down split away from their significant other. "Yes, you are Alex." the giant sets aside a pair of black laced up combat boots and dives back in his search for the specific skinny jeans and sweater. Alex huffs cutely. "It's cold, parties suck, and I refuse to leave this bed damn it."

“Bunny!” Jamie beamed, running out the school building and into Alex’s arms. “How was my little chipmunks first day at school?” Alex asked, seating her at the back of his car. "It was amazing, I drew a picture, look it's me, you, and our two mummies." Alex had already taken his seat when his smile slightly faltered. He turned to look a Jamie, reestablishing his smile. “No way, can I see?” Excitedly digging through her bag, Jamie fished out her self-drawn artwork and passed it to Alex. On it were two stick figures that had yellow hair that Jamie pointed out to be them.

She eyes me, and I can't help but laugh. Her clients have traumatized her so much that she thinks I'll change my mind and stress her last minute. “Positive.” I respond, and she nods, biting red painted lips. She eyes me with a pencil tapping her Palm, and just when I think she will ask me something, she gets on her feet. “Okay then. So, have you guys thought of a name?” “Rayne King.” A deep voice responds from behind, making us both turn. Alex looks incredibly hot like he just came out of a damn magazine in his white shorts and white golf T-shirt and a cape.

Here are the questions I had upstairs. 'Why would Mr Edward kill my father? And why did mom get dragged down too? Why was our wealth seized by the government and what can I do to get it back??' I picked up the phone and placed it back on my ear and yeah... The Trisha girl is still talking. Alex's pov: "Walla!! We are done" I said happily. The pictures of the cute Korean boy had been printed into different shapes and designs. I even made the banner for my bedroom so when I wake up, I'd see his cuteness gazing at me.

I stared blankly at him who gave me a mischievous grin He was leaning back at the kitchen island with his sleeves rolled up to his elbow revealing his muscular arms that have a tribal tattoo on them, the sight of it made me almost have a second thought of remaining pure until marriage. Alex went to the cabinets to grab the only apron we have left since the others are in the laundry, which was a pink frilly apron with hearts on it, I snorted "You look nice" He rolled his eyes at me "Whatever I wear it will always still look good on me so don't bother trying to make me less of a man because I'm wearing a pink frilly apron" Nice one Alex I puffed up my cheeks looking my a chipmunk "Fine sorry a

Somewhere between that first sight of a naked doll in a box to living and sleeping with a smiley, sweet faced person…entity…being, he became so much more than Shantal ever thought he would be. Alex doesn’t need a label. He’s just Alex. He likes to play with little bugs and watch the sunrise. He climbs all the trees he can when Shantal meets him at the park and likes to watch those cheesy sitcoms that are on during dinnertime even if he laughs exactly with the laugh tracks and nothing else. Alex is only Alex and Shantal...likes him.

“Your funeral.” I picked up the tablet. Scrolled through the photos Alex had pulled—social media, school ID, a candid from some Paris art festival last year. Ethan laughing, head thrown back, sunlight on his face. Another one of him sitting cross-legged on the floor of what looked like a gallery, charcoal smeared across his cheek, completely lost in whatever he was drawing. I stared too long. Alex cleared his throat. “You gonna tell me why we’re running a kid who looks like he cries at ASPCA commercials?”

Elena smiled ans ask him while still standing in the stairs. "I have not kill any human in my life....better remember that." Alex answer her in a very serious tone. "...and besides, i may be a hybrid, but atleast i am not a crazy people who decorates her house like as if it's a cult meeting place. Like look at your living room, it is room of wild dead animal heads, hearts and brains. Not to talk about the painting of monsters and crazy dolls all around." Alex said to her and his words made her angry.

He unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt as he sat down heavily on his seat. Joram brought the bottle and placed it on the table. “One glass might not take the edge off, but I am fairly certain that the whole bottle would.” Alex snorted. He unbuttoned another button, revealing his upper chest. His skin was red and inflamed – and designed with a very intricate design of tattoos. “I know what I need.” He growled. “And it is not alcohol.” He stormed out of the office angrily. Joram sighed, rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, and then followed. As they got to the elevator, Alex's phone rang. He brought it out of his pocket, looked at the caller ID, and released a very long hiss.