Vani Fanart Novels & Stories

After they were satisfied try left from there. Vanessa was waiting for the brothers to come and look at her but they were taking too much time so she took out her phone and started taking her pictures, which is her favorite habit. She likes to capture everything and everyone's picture in her phone. As she was clicking her photos, she looked at her makeup which was bold but her expressions weren't matching with it so she tried to make some hot and intimidating faces but failed to do, so she tried to remember Emiliano when he is very annoying and immediately an annoyed and slight anger was visible on her face. Then she made a poker face and started clicking her pictured satisfied from it.

“So, you are that girl. It was nice to meet you finally.” Lyv didn’t answer right away. The people around looked at them, and like Lyv, it seemed they didn’t know what was happening. The woman seemed to understand the people’s stares, “Vana Enriquez is the name. I'm Sandro Dela Vega’s girlfriend.” “Ex-girlfriend,” said Madam Anastacia sarcastically. Because of the shock, Lyv didn’t notice her approach while Sandro kept pulling Vana’s arm out. But Vana is tough. Lyv noticed that the unexpected visitor appeared to have been drinking.

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?”

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

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

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.

She even brought a bouquet of purply pansies, which were Winter's favorite. After Winter vanished, Liam became convinced that Angeline was his only remaining lead. He looked exhausted as he begged her over and over, "Just tell me where Winnie is. I really miss her." Angeline eventually snapped. "You already have someone new. Why keep chasing her?" Liam shook his head. His eyes were bloodshot. "I don't. The only one I love is Winnie—" "Enough, Liam. Cut the act," she cut him off. "I really thought he was an exception back then. After all, he adored you."

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

Every time she got close, Marcus or Lena would ease off slightly—Marcus slowing his thrusts, Lena moving the vibrator pressure just enough to deny her. “Please, Daddy… Mommy… I can’t take it,” Vannia begged, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from her eyes. Lena smiled wickedly and moved closer, licking at Vannia’s nipples while Marcus continued fucking her. “Not yet, baby. You’ll cum when we say.” Marcus finally pulled out of Lena and removed the vibrator from Vannia’s clit. The sudden absence made her sob. He untied her legs but left her hands bound. Spreading her thighs wide, he rubbed his cock along her soaked slit.

I can still hear how nervous she is. "He makes you happy. I figured I have to give him a chance at some point." I laugh. "Got everything?" She nods "Ok, let's go see what Picasso and Van Gogh have added to your wall." we leave the bathroom with full makeup bags and walk into the bedroom. Dane and Ant are standing in the area near Vi's closet. Dane is holding a jumbo sharpie, I didn't know she had those, and is admiring his handy work. Written in big bold letters Dane LOVES Vivian~ Truly Madly Deeply. Oh, gag. That ridiculous song title. Explains why she plays it on repeat. That must be their song. She is of course, over the moon.