Vani Fanart Novels & Stories

I joked, putting away the makeup i had in my hands. She pulled away, putting her head upon Maria's shoulders before dragging her hair. "This is Maria, sweet badass Maria" She teases before Maria tossed her lightly in her hands. "This is Amelia and Aaliyah. Your names rhyme" She smiled, terribly close to close to the camera that you could peer into her nose and make out every stand of her red hair. "This is Wu's ass" Ruby embraced Wu from behind before sticking her face into the camera. I hadn't realized a tear already slip down my eyes as I fast paced the video towards the end.

"How are you, Vanilla?" "I-I'm good," Vanilla replied, awkward and nervous. Her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest cavity from excitement, the man she idolized used to greet her and still remembered her name. Nick chuckled, he observed Vanilla's beautiful face. When compared to Vanilla back then of course the Vanilla who was now in front of him now was very much different, looking more mature and more beautiful. Her hair was reddish yellow, her eyes were dark blue, her eyebrows were thin but perfectly formed, and her lips looked plump. The girl had almost no flaws. Nick was sure Beck must have some sort of vision impairment.

"*Clang..." Their weapons clashed once again. Vans retaliated with a gust of wind magic, causing the man's body to be thrown back several meters. Quickly, Vans conjured an enormous sphere of light above the man's head. It was Vans' final magical attack. He poured all his magical energy into the radiant sphere, directing it towards the staggering man. "*Boom..."

"From other fellow friends. They say, unlike him, you actually have a passion for art." I smile brighter, "Who wouldn't appreciate beauty?" "Yes." He turn back to the painting he was looking at and I turn as well, my breath stopping in a split second. "For someone who engaged in sacred dark art, you moved to ethereal beauty quite quickly." Then he looks at me again, "Is she real? A friend, or lover?" "She..." I turn to the painting. Vanilla's eyes are staring back at me with the same kindness it always shown. I couldn't have kept such a thing with me in the first place.

I peep through to the paper, and the first name on the list sends chills down my spine. Rue Vanilli.

I smile at myself I later saw a picture she snapped alone, she look so stunning in her pink grown. I saved it. **rosapearl** to be continue

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.”

• Vantae Keats: V is an eighteen-year-old boy who lives with his cousin and uncle. He has slightly wavy dark brown hair and prefers to keep a mullet. MBTI type: ENFP. He may be a recognized Extrovert, but this young man hates mingling with people. He's 179 cm tall (5'10 ft), weighing 62 kgs (139 lbs). Has one monolid and one double lid and a damn cute boxy smile. Favorite color: Grey. Zodiac: Capricorn. My boy hates coffee but is down for hot cocoa anytime. Vantae doesn't have the rock-hard abs like most protagonists but instead adorns a lean shape. He's brave and strong with a fighting spirit. With no parents to shield him, he was brought up by his cousin, Asa. Not to forget his best friend

It turns out that she is Vania's half-sister. “Mandala?” Vania said, making Mandala turn to the woman and exhale. Tried to smile, then hugged Vania. He really can't be that in love with Vania. But, he really dotes on this woman. Usually, she is very cheerful, outgoing, and energetic. Seeing her crying, with tears streaming down endlessly, made her endure the tightness in her chest. Moreover, the person who made Vania sad was her. Yes, he is the mastermind, right? Then it propagates everywhere.

Hana asked. “Nope,” Camilla replied. Looking at Faye, she rolled her eyes. “He’s never around.” “Your schedules clash, okay?” Faye said in her defense. “Anyway, you’re overreacting.” Camilla pouted, and Hana rushed to the rescue. “Don’t worry, for my next book, I’ll have a character whose name is Vanya,” she said, tapping a finger to her lips. “I’ll make him the bad guy. Maybe mafia. Vanya does sound like a Russian name. So he will be in my mafia romance.”