Vani Fanart Novels & Stories

Laurie said gently, glancing warily at me. “Yeah, Vanessa,” I said, leaning forward, “is there something you’d prefer rather than banners, or…?” Vanessa shrugged. “I just think that banners are costly and gaudy,” she said. “We should just stick with posters and flyers. It’s not like many people are going to show up, so why waste the money?”

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

If I said that the man wasn't a piece of art, it would be an insult to arts. The man had the most gorgeous profile I had ever come across. He had the most mesmerizing pair of turquoise eyes I had ever seen. I felt his eyes weighting over me as I clicked the pen on the white board, silently awaiting whatever they had to order. I wanted them to go away. His gaze alone seemed to create a hole in my skull as he glared at me. I looked up to his supposed fiancée, who was studying me with a enigmatic smile yet her eyes held a hint of sadness.

Vers is still young but all attention is now on him. Gale stands right behind Verss during the fan meeting. Basically, Verss is a quiet person, who is usually immersed in his own world and does not care about his surroundings. But in front of his fans, he tried his best to always smile, greet, and never tire of waving his hands, he clearly turned into the figure of Versa Yanng, the debut skyrocketed artist. Arriving at the end of the event, it was time for the souvenir autograph session which was distributed to the fans who came. One by one the queue was so long to the front door.

Vane’s voice drifted from the other side of the curtain, calm and detached, as if he were ordering a glass of water. Elara stood frozen in the center of the room. Her heart was a frantic bird trapped in her ribs. "I... I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The contract said I was a consort, not a... a whore." The sound of his footsteps was rhythmic and slow. The curtain was swept aside, and Vane stepped in. He had removed his charcoal blazer, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar to reveal the tops of the black, living ink tattoos that coiled around his throat. He looked more human in his shirtsleeves, but infinitely more dangerous. The predatory grace of his movements was undeni

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.

It was the current Isabella. Sharp-tongued. Cold-eyed. That careless smile filled with mockery whenever she looked at him now. His breathing unconsciously deepened. Vanessa let out a soft gasp as his grip around her waist tightened slightly. Outside the dressing room, the assistant stood awkwardly by the door with a flushed face. Honestly… if the fans heard the sounds coming from inside right now, their so-called pure and innocent goddess image would probably collapse on the spot. “Miss Vanessa, filming is about to begin. Should I call the makeup artist over?” the assistant asked stiffly.

He slowly slid the black envelope back into his breast pocket, his gaze dropping to her worn-out sneakers before rising back to her face. "You're making a catastrophic mathematical error, Miss Lin," Harrison whispered, his voice losing its warmth and turning razor-thin. "Julian Vance doesn't trust you. He’s a paranoid lunatic who views everyone as a threat. He’s using your mind to fix his broken empire, and the moment his IPO clears, he'll throw you right back into the gutter where he found you. Keep that in mind when the firewall starts to burn." He turned on his heel, blending seamlessly into the dense crowd of rush-hour commuters flooding toward the subway station.

My entire universe shrank down to that bedroom, that woman, that moment. "You're a fucking goddess, Ariana," Vanessa said, finally able to verbalize again. "You know that, right? I even like your hairy pussy. It's so natural and wild." Ariana managed to blush even harder when Vanessa called out her pubes. Now I was sure my wife was about to erupt.