Vex Fanart Novels & Stories

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A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

I can feel her walls flutter around my cock and I know that I’m not going to last much longer. “Fuck, Euan! I’m gonna cum! Mark me!” She screams. I bend my head to the crook of her neck as I pound into her, I sink my canines into her flesh, pushing her over the peak once more. I follow her off that ledge, pumping my seed into her. My breath is coming in pants, as I seal my mark on her neck. “That was fucking amazing.” She says.

"I don't know. If I admit it, will you stop seeing me as a friend?” "No," she said, giggling. "There was a time when I didn't have any friends who hadn't already involved me lovingly. In fact, on second thought, to this day my few friends are ex-boyfriends. With the exception of João Vitor, because he is gay. But the rest is a complicated subject. You, on the contrary, seem to me to have had many close friends and have never resented it.”

I got to Velvet an hour early again. Mikela clocked it immediately. “That’s twice this week.” “Slow day,” I said. Same answer. She let it go the same way. I was halfway through my makeup when she leaned into the doorway. “Your VIP clients came in last night,” she said. I still went. “When?” “Late. Didn’t request anyone. Just sat at the bar for an hour and watched the floor.” She tilted her head slightly. “Left without booking anything.” I turned back to the mirror.

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

But as he currently walked through the art-filled area, he couldn't help but feel fascinated with the space she had created. Standing alongside him was Nicolas, completely enamored as well. "You have to admit, she has an eye for these kinds of things." Nicolas spoke up, admiring a shunga painting that covered half of the back wall. Acknowledging him, Alex gave a nod and remained silent as he was still trying to take in everything around him. He was surprised at the way a young girl like Eve had been so well articulate when it came to presenting the many aspects of eroticism. His past assistants would probably just display a bunch of simple paintings with no real meaning beyond physical and c

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?"

Megumi finalized. “No argument there” Sachi said going to her table and sitting down, taking a bottle of whiskey and took a big chug. “I am going to kill that bastard one day. He blew up my supply!” “On the bright side only a small part of it”. “It still doesn’t matter! He closed off on my deal with Victor”. “A little payback is in order then?” Karou asked. “Yes” Megumi said taking a deep breath. “Make them bleed, and bring back a souvenir” she said smiling darkly.

He started with the website nomorefear.biz. There wasn’t much to it, just a black screen with a simple quote: “No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.” When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph: