Venti Fanart Novels & Stories

The last two people to present their gifts were her oldest grandchildren, Rachel and James. James went first, “Grandma, here a Buddha statue made of gold and diamond-dust infused platinum. It is the most expensive platinum statue in the world. It helps improve one’s energy. I bought it at five million using my savings.” He was trying to sell the statue even if he knew it was a fake. He did not want to disappoint Grandma if she discovered the truth.

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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.

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.

won't he scoffs ' fine then' I say. I wrap my right arm to his neck in a tight neck hold causing both of us to fall on the ground, I punch his stomach from the side he lets go of me and I quickly roll away from him to get up he grabs my shoulder trying to pull me back I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder towards the ground and I go on top of him 'don't under estimate the power of THE Venom Vixen sweet heart' I say, I get off of him and put my hand out to help him get up. We continue walking and we get to JC's car. He droves off and we head towards Saratoga which was about a 45 minute drive 'so you really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' I ask 'you'll see when we get ther

V4 POV "..... Right. ....." I mumbled to Akari. V7's eyes turned dark red as he held his hands in prayer to his lips. He whispered something to his hand before lifting his forefingers and middle fingers to create a triangle. The triangle lit up in a purple flame and something was coming through it. Two rose petals as red as blood slowly drifts towards us, they suddenly lit up into a purple flame and flew towards me and Akari. Akari gave out a shocked sound as she moved backward in fear. The flaming petal stuck to my chest but I didn't feel its flame. At that moment, I saw V7 and Hikaru in a weird way, as if they were wearing red paint all over them, but I saw Sango as if she was wearing gree

• 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

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Rian croaks out. “ The only person that I know is Agitha. She was his mate, or at least that’s what she believed. We don’t know for sure because there was never a mark on either one of them.” When spell casters found their mates, the mate in question would have what would look like a tattoo that would wrap from their collarbone, up their neck, resting just over their marking spot where a shifter would bite their mate. Winnie’s tattoo was beautiful, it was a silver branch of flames that ended in a phoenix that wrapped around her neck in a way that most of the spell caster mate marks didn’t. That’s because she was mated to a royal spell caster, whose element was fire.