Vani Fanart Novels & Stories

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

• 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

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

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.”

"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.