Vani Fanart Novels & Stories

She looked at Carlin who was busy arranging the makeup kits and said, “Whoa, I’m surprised you get my size right.” “Thank me later,” she chuckled, “come here now. Let me make you look prettier.” Her hands skillfully brushed powder over Vanya's moisturized face and a little blush on her cheeks. “Are you sure this is not too much? I’m not going to a party, Carlin. It’s just a job interview.” asked Vanya. She rarely wore makeup whenever she went out. Carlin answered while her fingers neatened her best friend’s eyebrows and filled the empty gap lightly. “Just trust me, Vanya. Carlin will make you look fresher and pretty.”

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“You look tired, Van.” Revaldo offered her a cup of black coffee, his eyes filled with concern as he looked at the woman in front of him. Vania glanced at him briefly, her lips curling into a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She accepted the cup, then turned her gaze back to the laptop on her desk. Her fingers typed rapidly, yet her expression remained flat—cold, like the first snow of autumn touching the earth. “I’m just trying to focus, Val. That’s all.”

He looked so stupid asking that question that Vinca had to hide her face in Frost's chest so they wouldn't see her grinning. Frost, who was enjoying every bit of Vinca's acting, held her tightly. He wished it would go on forever just so he could continue holding this bundle of warmth in his arms. "Please meet Vinca, my fiancee, and soon-to-be wife," he said to the bewildered man. Vinca extended her hand in greetings, and Damont shook hands with her automatically, not even in his senses. Ana took her hand wishing to be anywhere but standing there. "Am sorry, she looks like a lady I know in West", he said, hoping to jog Vinca's memory but receiving a blank look from her.

Riley— the blonde bombshell I did a dozen girl-girl scenes with, still looking like pure sex poured into a tiny lace bodysuit, her perfect fake tits spilling over the top, her pink nipples hard and begging for teeth. Vanessa— curvy Latina goddess, hips that could make a man weep, full lips painted deep red, wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that hides absolutely nothing. And Marcus— built like a god, dark skin gleaming under the low lights, arms crossed over his massive chest, the outline of his legendary horse-cock visible even through his sweatpants. The man who, on camera, popped my on-screen double-vaginal cherry

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..."

The assistant immediately replied. I didn’t say anything else and bent into the nanny van. Ailina’s POV: Upstairs, I was still waiting for the last JK artist to audition. This artist was No. 45, and there weren’t many behind her. Just as the audition was about to end, a person arrived at the door. It was Vivian. I looked at her and remained silent. The last JK Entertainment artist came in and out in less than two minutes. When I was about to leave, Vivian walked over and put on a fake smile, “Well, isn’t Ailina? Why are you here? You want to be one of us?”

"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.