Venti Fanart Novels & Stories

"Are you planning to pit me against Katrina or what?" Damien raised his eyes slightly. "Wasn't it made clear in the meeting? Present two proposals and we'll choose the best one for next season's theme." Serena smiled, "Is the Kade’s design department planning to use a copied design as next season's theme?" Damien raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that Katrina copied Aria's designs?" Serena replied, "Given how well you know Aria's work, after seeing Katrina's sketches today, you'd agree there's at least a fifty percent similarity, if not more! Are you really going to let your employee get away with such a sneaky act?"

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

He says in a mocking tone. “I just changed my mind about how I want to do it!” The silhouette of his body comes at me fast after finishing his words. Before I can even think about what he is about to do I feel his hands wrap around my throat tightly! I’m not able to beg, or scream for help. All I can do is feel the bones crushing in my throat, I try to thrash about, and fight, I try to get his hand to release me so I can feel the air relieve my lungs, but with oxygen being cut from my brain, I start to become confused, and my vision becomes blurry. I feel my body go limp, and the last thing I see is Marcel’s golden brown eyes light up in satisfaction as I take my last struggle for air…. ****

"Cheers!" Following him, all of them raised their glasses except two, Andreas and another man who sat across from him in a separate seat. He silently watched them the entire time. The woman leaned in and pecked Andreas’s cheek. "I am proud of you, baby. You have successfully taken your revenge on her." She caressed his face, moved closer to his ear, and brushed her lips against it. Her actions were extremely intimate. "Tonight, I have planned something special for you… for us. We will celebrate this night together with endless pleasure," she whispered seductively.

The storm in him brewed, and hot breath puffed out his nostrils. To make things worse, on top of his desk, there was a cutout of him and Valen from way back when, but now it had a taped-on chibi Raina hugging Valen’s leg. Vance exploded. Pop! Pop! The balloons erupted like popcorn as he stomped across the room, swiping claws. He knocked over the cutout and all the signs like a bulldozing cyclone. Just as he picked up the last sign that read ‘Stop breaking hearts’, the door creaked.

One was the fan art compilation—drawings sent in by followers, ranging from technically impressive to utterly unhinged, all depicting two figures whose features were consistently dark-haired and golden-blonde respectively. The caption was simply the people have spoken. It had eighty thousand views before nine AM. The second was a reaction video to the fan art where Scarlett said nothing, only held up pieces of it to the camera with an expression of increasing approval. The third was twelve seconds of her pointing at her own ring finger with both eyebrows raised, saying nothing, and walking out of frame. Damien saw all three when Roman sent them to him at nine-fifteen. He looked at them. He p

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

◇NO POV◇ For world Aurthur might be cruel but infront of viranica he is the most sweetest man he can't even raise his voice infront of her the side which world never seen from Aurthur was seen by viranica sun rays hitting viranica's eyes she opened her eyes slightly and looked at the handsome face beside her she pushed him away with one push but he is in deep sleep so moved and slept again some evil idea popped in viranica's brain she went near the sketch and brought it she started face art first she wrote monkey on his forehead later she drawn danger symbol bones and everything, she drew two fangs near his lips, she wrote monster on his face

For my brother's sake. Heaving a deep breath, I walked around the table and stood at the side, with my fingers crossed forward. Car doors slammed outside, and soon, the shuffling of feet were up the steps and into the room. Then, I saw their faces. Dante and Aric. Aric paused at the door, doing a double take as his eyes fell on me, holding my brother in chains. “Wowzers,” he exclaimed, his eyes roaming over my body in lustful appraisal. “You got hotter, you know.”