Vani Fanart Novels & Stories

It was Vanessa, the biggest pack and school slut, if you want to use a nice term for her. She had, of course, bleached blonde hair and her face was caked with makeup, she had her little barbie group behind her while smirking at me. "Well, well, well look what we have here girls it's the ugly little b*tch that died and came back, if only you stayed dead!" She sneered at me, while the idiots behind her were giggling.

Half sleepy Vanessa then realized that it was her sweet angel mother that was screaming her lungs out. "Who won't wake up from this SWEET SCREAM MOMMM," Vanessa said while sitting up in a lazy way smoothing her fingers in her black hair that was a mess. Well, meet Vanessa Valencia a 17 years old girl with dark black long hair which she got from her mother, chocolate brownish eyes with a thin brown orbit, having a height of an average girl 5 feet 3 with a coffee glow skin. That's Stay in California of the united states far away from the crowded city with her sweet mom Alisa valencia.

TikTok edits, memes, even poorly drawn fan art of me handing her the bear while sparks flew on the ice. Marcus dropped beside me, still scrolling. “Look at this one. ‘Kane buying Danica a teddy bear after trying to break her all season = peak character development.’ There’s already fan art. Someone drew you two on the ice with a teddy bear between you and little hearts floating around. It’s blowing up.”

Fuck that felt good! "Oh sorry! The Capo no longer needs you." Vanessa turned to sit naked on my desk but her body was barely holding herself up. That woman was fucking vicious but I didn't like it aimed at Vivian. "And you wonder why I hate you. Enjoy Vanessa! I hope she gets you off day and night like you need." Vivian's tone was hatred but I saw the tears in her eyes. I took a step towards her as I buckled my belt with a noticeable bulge in my pants. I loved working this woman up.

Raina countered with a question, picking up the box, teasing his nose with the delicious smell of peppermint mocha brownies. He stared her down, the heat in his gaze burning hotter than the early sun. A few strands of dark hair hung over his eyes, making him appear more fearsome. Vance worked his jaws. “I’ve survived wars. But you’re a whole other level.” “Then surrender and relieve yourself of this experience. You know you can’t keep love down.” Raina said sweetly, swaying the brownies left to right to watch his eyes follow it like a hypnotized puppy. “After all, if you knew Valen as much as I know you do, you know he would oppose this.”

Anything to get my sister out of Vanchure's hands. “I'm not just the vampire king of tales, Ellie. I'm a talented artist.” Van said with every stroke he made on the canvas with his paintbrush. “So you can either be the one posing on the couch, behind the canvas or be the one whose blood I will use in replacement for paints.”

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

Vania’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes. I squint, like the answer is tattooed on her face. Meanwhile, Pierce reminds us of his unfortunate existence. “Ladies. Right hand? Summon?” He laughs, loud and grating. I want to flick his forehead and make him hurt, but I’m starting to feel a frisson of worry for this fool. “Are you guys into LARPing or . . .” He finally shuts up. Because when Vania turns to him, no trick of the light could hide the purple hue of her eyes. Nor her long, perfectly white fangs, gleaming under the electric lights.

She blinked. A sticky note rested on top: *"For your next masterpiece. –E" She smiled before she could stop herself. "Ugh, why is he so good at this?" Zane babbled from the crib, as if echoing her frustration. "Oh, don't get all supportive now," she told him. "Your dad's playing a dangerous game with this charm." But her smile lingered. That evening… Vanessa posted her first strategic picture on I*******m, a throwback of her and Ethan at a gala years ago, captioned: "Some connections never fade."

She asked her voice soft and she crossed her arms but the motion pressed her breasts up as they were already squeezed into the sports bra she was wearing. Vix took a breath and worked hard to keep his eyes on her's and not to look down at the beautiful body of his mate even as she made a motion that would most definately make her even more appealing. "Yes, and you are Shina. Or Vianna Shina?" He asked curiously because she had introduced herself as Shina but her first name was actually Vianna. Vix had been unable to sleep and instead used g****e a bit to much and found out she was a pretty popular artist which answered his charcoal questions from last night. Shina rolled her eyes and nodded