Truthless Recluse Fanart Novels & Stories

Derek said. He got off of Hailee and walked towards me. "Vee, I'm so sor--," "NOT ANOTHER WORD," I screamed. "So, this is your big secret? You two are having sex?!" "Yes, this our big secret, blah blah blah, Nancy Drew solves the case once again," Hailee says sarcastically. But come on Vanessa, don't act like this doesn't work out perfectly for you," Hailee said, as she walked closer to me.

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"Serena... this is a self-portrait. Your naked torso." "Yes. Lucian loathed it. He claimed it was beneath the dignity of a Graves mate and refused to let me show it to the Council patrons. He made me feel ashamed of my own skin. I’ve kept this locker for years, filled with the art he deemed too 'wild' or 'indecent.'" I gestured to the sculptures and raw canvases lining the shelves. "Everything he wanted to suppress is in here. It might not be the polished work the Elite Collectors expect, but it’s real. And unless you’ve spent a lot of time intimately acquainted with that beauty mark right there," I pointed to the curve of my left breast on the canvas, "no one would ever know it was me. Asid

My work here is done, so I shut the hidden door and make my way back to where I came from. My new destination, is the hidden door to the office of the Luna. This tunnel is in even worse condition than the others I’ve been in so far. There are thick cobwebs lined with heavy layers of dust that pulls the cobwebs far from the ceiling. It is a struggle heading into a sea of thick, dusty cobwebs but I do it anyway. When I get to the secret door, I find that I don’t need to open it as the walls here are thin and I can hear Liana stomping around. “Ally, I need privacy please.” “Yes, Luna.” There is a dull thud that I assume means Ally left the room so I press closer to listen to what Liana has to s

Today should be a happy day. A celebration, I thought, staring into the mirror. Instead, I saw only what I'd always seen—a plus-size witch being sacrificed to a loveless marriage for political gain. My fiancé Calous might be handsome and powerful, but he's also a first-class asshole who won't even pretend to be faithful. The kind of man who collects mistresses like trophies.

She did that for Ace. The middle has a cowboy hat and and ice crown tilted on their side at an angle. The brim of the hat is leaning on the base of the crown like they are supporting each other. Just like on her kutte. Over the top written in emerald green outlined in gold is ‘Reckless Renegades’ at the bottom is ‘ Property of Lug Nut.’ It is truly a work of art. “ So what do you think?” Tank asks Ailee. She moves her arm around looking at it from all angles. I hear her sniffle and grow concerned. Does she not like it?

12:13 : I’ll fuck that attitude out of you. I paused at the ignition, watching the three dots fall and rise as she typed. Emilia Visconti : Dream responsibly. I threw my head back and laughed after reading the text. I moved out of the driveway with one hand and sent another text with the other. 12:19 : Art supplies? Emilia had an Achilles’ heel. It was painting and everything that had to do with art. I’d wake up at 3 a.m. and find her in the living room with supplies, painting yet another piece.

“Theron was a healer, Zarek. He gave me a life when you left me with nothing. He would never hand us over to you like property.” “He did not give me property, Rya. He gave me a mandate,” Zarek replied. “You can despise the wording all you want, but the moment Theron’s pulse stopped, the automated seal triggered a notification to the Blood Moon high council. By tomorrow dawn, this entire sector of the dead zone will be flooded with boundary patrols. If you stay here, you are no longer a rogue hiding in the gray - you are an illegal squatter harboring an unregistered Alpha heir on pack territory.” I pulled my hand back as if the paper had burned me. Fury and panic clawed at my throat. “I do no