Vani Fanart Novels & Stories

The view was something she had gone out of her way to provide, a small sense of pride flickering through her with a smirk on the hooked lengths of her lips. "'kay, I'm ready," She threw a glance to the man over the view of her shoulder, a small, plump smile flickering along her lips as she viewed him through hooded lashes. It was a look that made Jasper ponder the initial personality of the girl—the initial personality that was harsh and standoffish. The initial personality that was sarcastic and shut-off. It was the same initial personality that caused his heart to swell with an ardour that saw him lucky enough to somehow peel away the exterior to something truly unique.

His eyes fluttered open, and there he was Vane, his stepfather, standing at the foot of the bed, utterly naked. Elias’s heart slammed against his ribs, accelerating into a frantic rhythm that echoed in his ears. Vane’s presence filled the room. At thirty-nine, Vane Ashford was a masterpiece of masculine perfection—broad shoulders, honed from years of routines in the private gym downstairs. His chest was a sculpted expanse of muscles, with a light trail of dark hair that went downward, drawing Elias’s gaze in lower. Vane’s skin glowed faintly in the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, a warm olive tone that outline the lines of his abs, each rib defined as if carved by an artist’s h

Van tries to get up and thankfully there is a pair of hands to help him. “Thank you, but please don’t do that again,” he said as his elbow throbs. “I will Mr…” “It’s Van, call me Van,” he replied. “Well you can call me Ana,” she said. Ana is an inch shorter than Van, but the way she holds herself made her looks taller. Her pretty face is framed with long black hair that reaches below her waist. “Hmm, I never saw you here before.” “I’m your classmate in physical education, don’t you remember,” she chuckled.

She thought that he would kill her. She regretted going to the meeting in the first place. She didn't stop blaming herself even though it's been more than a month since the incident happened. Vanessa adjusted her blazer as she took the microphone and resumed her speech. "As you all already know, I am Vanessa Sanchez, an actress and a model. I would also like to add one more identity to my name. This has been my secret for so many years but I will let you all know today that I am V_Secrets…" She stated.

79 "Beautiful," Vano praised silently as he tidied Alexa's hair. He really didn't expect to choose Alexa as a replacement for Celine. The feelings he had for Celine disappeared completely when he was preoccupied with Alexa. A girl who was so stubborn and untouchable. However, since he could touch Alexa's lips, until now Vano couldn't forget how sweet and warm his wife's lips were. So Vano's fingers moved to gently touch Alexa's slightly open lips, as she was sound asleep.

CAMILLA "Wow this is lovely" I marvelled at Vanessa's beautifully drawn work of art. She took out her time to carefully draw an exact representation of Mickey mouse; a popular animation. With literally ninety percent detail corresponding with the exact image we saw on the internet. "Thank you" Vanessa responded cheerfully. Her eyes glittering and radiating with excitement. "Aunty Camilla, you did not tell me this one was lovely too" She added whilst glaring at me in expectancy.

Marcus Vane stood in the center of the pack house, and Aria's breath caught at the sight of him. He looked exactly as Sarah had described. Tall, unnaturally pale, with black hair and eyes that shifted between human and serpentine. Dark energy rolled off him in waves that made her wolf whimper in terror. "There she is," Vane said with a smile that didn't reach his cold eyes. "The Luna who broke fate's design. Do you have any idea how rare you are?"

Seth seemed to be stunned by my question. "They want to see a sweet love blossom between perfect characters. But they have no idea that you've ruined so many people with the persona that you've created. Willow is just one of them. "You think that I'm not aware, but the woman who pulled out of the university during junior year left because you toyed with her feelings, am I right?" Seth's expression twisted. "The commenters treat you as the main character of a novel. They see you as a tool for their favorite couple," I continued as I stared at him. "But you're not just a fictional character. You're a living, breathing human being. You have the right to choose."

Vaani stared at him, blankly. Zane pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, clearly disappointed by her lack of comprehension. "Just how old are you?" "Hey!" Vaani huffed defensively, crossing her arms. "Ladies don’t disclose their age." Zane scoffed, eyeing her skeptically. "You seem so... innocent. I’d say you’re, what, 18? 19?" "What does my age have to do with—" Vaani started, but she was promptly interrupted when Zane cupped her face with the most exaggerated, pitiful expression.

Deleting the girl who could be hurt. "You're a cold bitch, you know that?" Vane’s voice was low, almost admiring. "I'm a Master Manipulator, Vane. There’s no room for ghosts in the boardroom." She dropped the charred remains into the mud and ground them in with the heel of her boot. "The Council thinks I'm a victim. Abram thinks I'm his mirror. They're both wrong. I'm the one who survives." Vane stood silent for a long moment. He looked at the grave, then at the woman standing over it with dead eyes. He let out a long, heavy breath.