Novel & Cerita Twisted Series Fan Art

She held the brush between her fingertips,a mixture of yellow and white paint on the tip. She's quite good at this. Extremely good. I'm not an art aficionado but I admire her artworks. I have even had my people purchase some from her in the farmer's market. The one she painted of herself was still my favorite. It was hung on my bedroom and I had wanked to it a couple of times. It was so lively...so beautiful and sexy. It captured the way I felt about her perfectly. It wasn't complicated, traumatized and sad as I was.

this way the atmosphere lightens for a bit for them to relax. "I'm Falkor Dalton and she's my mate Elora Astor" their smiles mean how they care for each other. "Marty Russey here this is also my mate Teyla Vixen" "Idris Voss here" "She must be your mate also?" I ask pointing to the other girl who wasn't introduced yet. "I'm Donna Enix and Idris isn't my mate," the girl said. "Oh, I thought he is your mate or Endrich? Are you all partners here? Fascinating but it twists my stomach out of nowhere"

My heart hurts, but I know that Luca is right. I make my way to his room and knock on the door lightly. I get no answer. Maybe he doesn't want to see me. I feel my chest tighten as my mind tells me to leave him alone, but my heart tells me that he needs me. I knock again, and still no answer, so I just reach for the handle without thinking. The door is unlocked, and it opens. I look in and don't see him anywhere in the room. I walk in, shutting the door behind me. I walk closer to the bathroom door and hear the shower, so I go and sit on the chair against one of his walls. His room is clean, but there are a few clothes next to the chair. He has a painting on his wall that catches my attentio

They blabbered on about something at the same time, but I'm not fluent in baby gibberish. But, I did seem to nod at the right time and laugh at the right time because they gave me proud looks. Then, they ran back to the living room. I followed them and spotted my dorogoy on the floor with all kinds of art supplies scattered around. Even Yvette was there. We hired her as the nanny. The twins were a mixture of me and my wife. Blond hair and green eyes. Remy turned around to look at me and her green eyes sparkled. I was immediately behind her, wrapping my arms around her, discretely squeezing her full breast. I finally managed to get her milky tits. She gasped and rubbed her ass against my ragi

He looked at me through his mirror, the same angry glare plastered on his face as he turned around. As anticipated, he had tattoos on his stomach. On one side, he had a crown, on the other he had what looked like a date which of course I had no idea what was for. He then had a tattoo in the centre of his chest. He also had a smaller tattoo on his hip which looked too small for me to actually see what it was but there was another tattoo on the other side which was almost on his v line which might I add was very toned. The tattoo was a 'forgive' one in cursive writing.

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he entered the restaurant and sat down close to the window so he could enjoy the view presented outside. Once settled in, a waitress with blonde hair and blue eyes approached Eric who at the time was browsing through his phone responding to messages which seemingly came pouring in. "Hello sir" greeted the waitress "can I get you something to drink?" Eric lifted his eyes off his phone for a second and his eyes met with this blonde waitress waiting to take his order with a bright smile on her face. He gazed at her for a few minutes and had forgotten she had asked a question. Oh, those blue eyes he thought to himself as he smiled back at her. Can I get you something to drink she asked again? E

She didn’t think anymore that she was meant to be hurt. The torch led to another stone path that seemed to have weakened with age. The brightness here was intensified, and she could barely see anything other than stark whiteness. Slowly, it diminished, leaving in its pace different artistic designs. It seemed like each image was speaking to her. It seemed like they were trying to tell her their story, but they didn’t know how to do that. It was such an intense feeling that almost weakened her. Clarissa moved a step further as the painting of a woman, likely a witch because her eyes were ablaze with a blue fire and her claws were longer than a wick, cried as she burned in a ball of fire. The

She stands up from the bed, glaring at Lauren. Lauren knew what was coming for her, so she shifted back a little bit. “Don't you dare move,” Melissa mumbled. She stretched her body and held Lauren's hair. Lauren yelps in pain, and Melissa tightens her grip on her hair. “I am sorry, I won't do it again,” Lauren pleaded. Melissa chuckled and let go of her hair. She wanted to cause more pain to Lauren but she changed her mind trying not to ruin the nails she had done the previous day.

I grimace, try to shake it off, but the memory is still fresh. Eros comes out after showering. I placed the tray aside and drink the coffee, scrolling mindlessly through the phone he gave me. When I look up, he hesitates near the closet, still shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark slacks. Tattoos cover his chest. Script in Greek is slashed along his collarbones. I can't tell what they are, but they look serious. There's a knife over his heart, and a wolf's head on his stomach. His smile tilts sideways as he watches me watching him, and blood rushes to my cheeks.