Valentine Skullgirls Fanart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They gave guilty smiles. Gyai returned with a plate. The girls watched her as she handed it to Valentine. "Well at least my sausage is bigger" Valentine grinned and the girls threw accusing glances at Gyai. "Sorry, I saved the best for last" She smiled. The girls talked more as they ate. Valentine narrated her day with Eric and they cooed at intervals. "So what did you finally paint?" Maya asked. "Oh, I painted Eric. I made sure his clothes were proof of it" Valentine said proudly and they laughed.

I wrote the outline for the next installment of my series. This one concentrated more on the crazy fans. I called Stub and she was happy to email me files of costumed antics complete with names and contact information so I could get permission to use their pictures. I emailed Skylar to see how she was feeling. It was nice of her to offer assistance and I might need it. Hi Skylar,

“My name’s Valerie, and all girls inside this room were the ones whose heart was broken by Valentine.” “I know,” Of course I know her; she’s the last girl I saw having some public display of affection with Valentine a few weeks ago. “Seriously?” I asked wide-eyed. Jesus, Valentine was a legend, and yes, I hate him. I hate every cell and membrane that composes the very him. I might as well join this club for the thing that they stand for, but I have some stalking plans. “Yes, we’re all thirty in total, some are just absent,” Valerie said confidently. A part of my curiosity was wondering how all of these girls found each other. Are they even sure that Valentine really did break their hearts?

Kael Blackclaw, the Rogue King, disguised himself as a delivery man to assassinate my mate, the Alpha of the Moonbane pack, Lucas Wolfgang. However, it was Valentine's Day that day, and Lucas was busy celebrating a romantic evening with his lover and childhood friend elsewhere. When Kael realized that he had failed in his assassination, he took my daughter, Tina Wolfgang, as hostage and forced me to drink the deadly wolfsbane potion. I tried my best to distract him with lighthearted chatting while sending Lucas an SOS signal through our mind link.

Chloe’s heart raced as she flipped through sketch books, finally settling on a delicate design: a small crescent moon entwined with a star. “Here,” she said, tracing it with her finger. “Something to bind us. Not contracts. Not blood. Something I chose.” Valerius leaned over her shoulder, gaze sharp. “Sugar, indeed,” he murmured, and for once, his voice carried no mockery. Only something deeper. They sat side by side as the artist worked. Chloe winced at the sting but smiled through it, refusing to look away. Valerius, of course, didn’t flinch. His crimson eyes stayed locked on her face, as if the bite of the needle didn’t exist.

I lower my head a bit while locking her eyes. "No. Bastian. Forget it. My paintings are mine." "Fine. I'll see them someday." I smirk. "But this..." I hold the pad up and tear off the picture. "Consider this one sold." I pulled out my money clip. "No, Bastian. I can't take your money." She protests. "Nonsense. A good artist should be paid for her art. Is 300 good?" Her eyes went wide. "300? For a sketch?......"