Novel & Cerita Valentine Skullgirls Fanart

⁠ ⁠Joy Stone – MY NERD MATE ⁠* * * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack Valen Anderson – Crystal Blood Pack Zarek Rexter – Silver Bow Pack Victor King – Vampire King

Skye Emerson sits at a wooden table in the Stonebridge High library, her sketchpad open to a half-finished design for the Valentine’s Day fundraiser. One she’s drawing as a sample for those who would be partaking in the drawing competition. She’s focused as her pencil scratches across the page, outlining a real looking living heart entwined with vines, but suddenly, her focus drifts away as it keeps slipping, her head occupied with some thoughts.

I gave Bray a look that told him to hurry the hell up. I was so not equipped to deal with fangirls. “What’s up, buttercup?” he asked, stopping next to the girl and setting our drinks on the table. Okay. Now she was shaking. And was she—oh God, she was crying a little? What is this insanity? “This is Valentine.” I smiled tightly. “She was wondering if she could get your autograph.” “Well now!” He turned and gave her a dazzling smile. “You sure can. You got a pen and paper?”

He started flipping through its pages. As Valerie struggled to rise, Kieran pushed her back down by the nape of her neck. "Come on, darling. No peeking. Let me go," Valerie said. She waved her arms around, trying to swat him, but he was out of reach. On page 53, she turned his photo into a donkey head. On page 72, his nose got a donkey makeover, with his face covered in freckles. And on page 120, he simply vanished. Valerie, the little artist, worked some magic. She gave him rodent teeth, cat whiskers, and swapped his black hair for blazing red waves.

still raw at the edges. The Calavera’s jaw gaped wide, swallowing the death date. I’d seen those skeletal grins before—on cartel men, on altars, on the sugar skulls Marisol left for her dead. But this one’s different. Tiny cempasúchil flowers frame the skull, their orange petals chipped from sun and grease. He tended this tattoo. Honored it.

He noticed as my head turned around to take a look at the place. “Dad arranged this office when I told him I’ll be coming back for good. Please don’t judge.” I smiled at him. A knock came on the door. A blonde woman dressed in a silk cream blouse and fitted pink pencil skirt came in. With her is a girl in a black tracksuit, and her hair is in a high ponytail. “Mr. Valentino, we are here. Good Morning, Ms. Rivera. My name is Summer, I will assist you in your work here in the office.” The girl in the skirt us with a smile.

It took me every morsel of self control left in me to untangle myself from the steamy passion. She wiped off the smear of lip gloss from the corner of my mouth and reapplied it on her lips seductively. Dang it! If I don't walk away from this hot beauty, I swear I will spill. I blew a kiss at her and disappeared into the hallway to get the candles. Sandra's Pov

Maya was not a few steps behind him, tapping rhythmically over the screen of the phone, replying to e-mails. Soon, Valerie arrived wearing a white sundress. Her face remained void of any emotion. Slowly she slid beside Harman while greeting him. Somehow, Lola managed to convince her for breakfast showing Valentine's fear but the same can not be said for Crystal. She declined to show up after hearing Valentine arrived late at night. Lola murdered Maya multiple times in her brain for ruining the friendship of two girls.

The skulls were arranged in rows. It was exactly like her dream. "Come on, are you scared of these skulls?' Piper laughed at her as she notice her flinch. "Come on! There is nothing to be scared of" Piper walked to one of the skulls and started laughing. "Piper! What are you doing?" Willow's eyes bulged. "Showing you that these are just decorations!" She laughed and picked one of the skulls and kissed it. *.*. TBC

oh. In the middle of his legs on the bed, the flyer glows. A faint, eerie shimmer at the back. A sun symbol. Save the planet from vampires. Valentine’s eyes widen. He looks at Achilles. Something unspoken passes between them. Valentine exhales sharply. “This is impossible.” He flips the flyer over, inspecting it like it might bite. His expression is unreadable. Achilles clenches his jaw. “I haven’t heard about them for a decade.”