Truthless Recluse Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

I felt sick to my stomach, a cramp seizing me. But none of that mattered anymore. I took out my silver staff, and strode resolutely towards the Elder's Council Hall. It was time to put an end to all of this. "Luna-to-be?" one elder asked, confused. "I am not your Luna," my voice was calm and clear. "I never was." The elders looked at each other. I walked to the center of the council table. "I, Lyra, Princess of the Moonshadow Realm, hereby renounce my fated mate bond with Kaelen Blackclaw."

The lady glanced at her and her bag and shook her head. "You're next..." She says, and Lesley felt her throat run dry.... . . Lesley clutched her bag tightly in her hand. Her palm was sweaty already, just for a kid. Jeez!. She entered the door leading into a short hallway. The walls painted with pictures of fairies, Princes and princesses. The floor covered with colorful marble tiles. A security man was at the door. "Where's your requirement miss?." The security guard asks. Lesley held up her bag. He collected it and placed it inside a machine. Seconds later he removed it and handed it back to her.

Jonathan said this before removing the cap from Trisha's unconscious head. "Bad Uncle Nooo00000000000." Rain abruptly jumped from Jace's hold to stop Jonathan, but the damage was already done. Jonathan had removed the cap, and now all of them were frozen due to shock at their place. Seeing the horror in front of them Yes, it was a horror. It was a terrible sight to see. It was so painful to even look at it. There was a huge scar on Trisha's forehead. It looked like someone tried to engrave some words on her forehead. They would clearly see, and it didn't take them long to understand what the wound was. The old wound looked horrible; they could tell that Trisha had tried to undo it with somet

"I won't let this matter go! Your daughter ruined my kid's chances of attending university, so don't think you're getting off that easily!" They quickly surrounded Vivian and Peter, blocking them in. Brandon suddenly stepped in front of Vivian to shield her, then dropped to his knees before the parents. "Please calm down, everyone! You can't blame Vivian for this! We were the ones who approached her and begged for those photos!" Upon hearing that, the rest of the classmates also chimed in, saying that this matter didn't have much to do with Vivian. "Vivian is an art major now and is going to be a big celebrity in the future, so it makes total sense that we'd ask her for a few of her portrait

Her fingers brush against the smooth surface of the dresser. Will she ever get to live like this? The thought barely lingers before Madam Kate’s voice cuts through her musings. Aria jerks back, scrambling to look busy as the woman steps inside. She stalks to the dresser and runs a single finger along its surface. Then she holds it up, inspecting it like she just found evidence of a crime. “This still sticks to the hands,” Madam Kate says icily. “Do you want me to deduct your salary?” “No, madam,” Aria blurts, grabbing the cloth and scrubbing furiously.

The sight twisted something deep inside me. Father’s commander’s armor gleamed with silver insignia, a declaration of loyalty I wasn’t sure I could uphold. Mother laughed softly beside him, speaking with a Pack Elder, unaware of the storm gathering. A knot tightened in my chest. Would those smiles last the night? At the center of the platform stood Artavius. Clad in black ceremonial armor trimmed with silver, he looked every bit the future Alpha—but something was off. Too rigid. Too controlled. Our eyes met and the world narrowed.

An isolated metal cage situated with more protective spells holding it down. “My ladies, I must advise you to be careful with her.” Hitting the open red button on the wall. Clanging of metal and spells going off gives us space to get through. Her chapped skin and wrinkled face made it almost impossible to recognize her. Yet she still had it in her, that sinister energy. Fidgeting as she got up, feebly making her way towards us. “What a surprise!” Smiling wryly and showing her decayed rotten teeth. Refusing to let myself be swayed by appearance because it is part of her deceitful nature.

Pulling the ties at the front of the joggers tightly together in an attempt to keep them up and tuck the blade into the waist band and make my way back to the main bedroom. I was surprised to find Lucas sat in a high-backed chair staring absentmindedly into the fire roaring in the fireplace when I returned to the room. He sat back pressed against the sleek leather, his arms resting along the arm rests. A glass tumbler full of Amber liquid dangling from between his fingers. The very image of a deadly Prince. “You're back.” I ask, breaking him from his reverie. His eyes fluttered up to my own, he seemed to be assessing me for any signs that I might break in front of him. His eyes lingered on t

They drifted toward the bar, where Jeremiah offered her a mock salute and Lisa handed her a folded note. “Fan mail,” Lisa smirked. “First of many.” Aurora opened it. A client’s card, tucked inside with a scribbled message: You were poetry in motion tonight. Dinner sometime?—G.R. She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. Skyler plucked it from her hand and tossed it in the tip jar. “You’ll get dozens. Don’t let it go to your head.” Aurora laughed. “Noted.” But the warmth of the moment shifted slightly when Kim entered the room.