Venti Fanart Novels & Stories

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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.”

“Honey, we have to leave. I have someone coming to pick us up in an hour. I will not let anything happen to you or our precious baby. I will give you everything your heart has ever desired. I promise you.” “Don’t worry. I trust you.” They walked out hand in hand knowing that if they had each other, all would be well eventually. They then stopped at the side of the road to wait for the traffic flow to subside. Once it was clear to cross, they crossed together. But out of nowhere, a van came hurtling down the road. Crash!! A woman was hurled quite the distance by the speeding vehicle. Without checking whether the woman was hurt, the driver of the black van took off without a moment’s hesitatio

The worry on their faces reminds me that it could be real or all of it could be imagined. “We were wondering if we could have Victory for the weekend, Annie,” says Vivian from the table. She is a big, strong woman, but beautiful and feminine, with a neat steel gray bob, flawlessly smooth skin, and square pink fingernails. She’s always in silk and denim. “It will give you and Gray some time to yourselves.” I don’t say anything but my anger and annoyance creep back. There’s always this implication that I need time away from Victory. Or is it that they think she needs time away from me, her crazy mother? If I protest, it makes me seem selfish or unstable or both.

I flipped another picture and this time, it shows the same girl, wearing headphones while glancing to the side. "What is this?" I asked Cameron harshly. He reached over and held up a picture of the same girl again, but this time she was smiling brightly at the camera, and her face was clear now. "That is who you'll be using to get your revenge on drake parish." I threw the picture back on the table.

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Ohhhh… Well, I couldn't be rude now,, could I? “Of course” I took his phone from him and typed my phone number in. “I will call you,” he attempted to walk away, then suddenly paused. “I didn't quite catch your name” “It's Vannessa,” I responded. “Your's?” “Wayne,” he responded. With that, he turned to leave. I could feel Alex's gaze lingering on me.“What is it?’ I turned to look at her. “You know he was hitting on you, right?”

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.