Vani Fanart Novels & Stories

"Oh my God!! You look so beautiful, Shana!!" literally in awe of her beauty in her favourite colour Red, Avni could not keep admiring her. "You are lucky, bro," admiring Shana, Vansh spoke to Vihaan. "I know, man!" he almost spoke out, and then he shut up, realising it was Vansh, not Saaransh. And finally, he failed to control the waves of disappointment and sadness, and he cleared his throat.

Threading my fingers in my hair, I pressed my face against the desk and released a huge sigh. It hurts. Why does it hurt? I pulled out my phone and I scrolled through my gallery, littered with Xania's pictures and videos. I scrolled through the pictures I had taken of her when she was painting, she was on her knees with one paintbrush pushed against her middle ear, while the thinner brush was in between her delicate fingers, she said that brush was for detailing the textures the thicker brush couldn't do. Once she finished her painting, I could clearly see what she meant about the detailing. The colours she used were primarily dark although some were bright, the painting had some kind of flo

Arthur shouted all sorts of profanity against him, vowing to kick him out of Round Ten. “Is she worth it?” Vanessa asked him, her smudged mascara and foundation left black lines from her eyes to her chin. At that point, it was hard to take her seriously. Suddenly, Jin realized he had never seen Vanessa without thick makeup. He wondered if he would recognize her at all without the powder foundation, fake lashes and ruby red lips. “Excuse me?” he asked. “Julianne Sanders,” Vanessa said. “Is she worth losing your standing in Round Ten?”

Her face looks unique in a way that little makeup tweaks could transform her into a badass lady or a soft angel. “Alright, break time,” a crew said. The rest put down their equipment and stretched their backs, one went out of the room, and with the door open, they could hear the fuss outside, while the others went busy to prepare for the next session. Diana walked to her dressing table as another staff handed her phone. At the same second, it dinged with a notification. She opened it to see a photo of a van at a gasoline station with Deuss on the driver’s seat, Erric behind him, a woman behind Erric, and Kent on the last row.

I smile as I’m sure that Daniel’s jaw hit the floor and he stammers, “W… W… Wow. Annalise, that is absolutely breathtaking.” I turn as I say, “Are you sure? Does it look alright? It’s not too… I don’t know… Does it cover my marks?” “I like it,” Lavinia says as she looks me over. “Well, maybe this is the one, then. However, I do still have one more.” “Okay, let's see the last one and then decide.”

Katherine's POV After the girls and I went our separate ways to class I get to my class early we waited for our teacher because she is known for arriving late to class I grab my burner phone and called my cousin Elijah 'да?(yes?)' he responds 'Это Татьяна (It's Tatiana)' I say 'Ах, Татьяна! Как поживает моя любимая «Ядовитая Лисица»? Уже пять лет, как я ничего о тебе не слышал; я уж думал, ты погибла после того, как твой так называемый парень тебя убил'. (Ah Tatiana! how's my favorite Venom Vixen? It's been 5 years since I've heard about you I thought you died after your so called boyfriend killed you) he says.

T*****r thread from a verified account. **Hi. I worked with Ariana Vale at Vertex Media. And Vanessa Hart is lying.** *I’m the former colleague Vanessa claims gave a testimonial. I didn’t. In fact, I never spoke to her. These ‘documented instances’ she mentions? Fabricated.* *Ariana was one of the most collaborative, generous coworkers I’ve had. She stayed late to help others meet deadlines. She shared credit. She lifted people up.* *Vanessa Hart is lying to damage a woman who rejected her narrative. Don’t let her.*

Garret spat, not hiding distaste. “I am not acting tough.” The girl spoke, then she turned to Greta. “Greta is it? I am Vanilla” Even her name sounded distasteful. Greta hated girls like this the most, fake creatures who pretended to be pitiful. Vanilla walked closer to Greta. “You are right, I am a weak human, there is nothing I can do to you, nor do I even want to do anything to you. But the word applies to the both of us, you are the one with the strength.”

Really, I had to be smitten; it was impossible to conceive that I’d eat such a nauseating combination with a smile just because he looked so adorable as he was trying to worm his way into making me eat it. “He doesn’t do false news,” Vanni said, standing up, dislodging our hands and glaring at Toria. Despite the fact that she seemed to have no self-preservation, the glare was enough to have her plastering herself to the back of the seat so he could get out of the chair she had cornered him to.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.