Aang Drawing Novels & Stories

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

Via asked Angela and nodded a yes. Angela slid the sketchbook on the table to reach Via's hands. As soon as Via opened the sketchbook, she noticed the good smudge of the colors on each page. Via had seen Angela's drawings to be better than hers; they made her artworks mediocre. Each anime had lively colors. They had the correct shadow position, the wrinkles on their clothes were realistic, the hands were perfect, and their hair color had good blending; she had hidden drawings way better than those she shared with the class. Via looked at their works in silence. She observed them cleanly done with the quality of colors even if they failed to copy the characters correctly. She thought that it

"What did you paint, mama bear?" Shayla held up her canvas. She had painted the ocean. Blue water stretching to the horizon. White foam on the waves. A sunset in the background. Simple but pretty. "That is beautiful," Angel said. "Really beautiful, Mommey." "Thank you, baby. What about you? What did you paint?" Angel turned her canvas around. She showed them what she had been working on so carefully. It was people. A family. Clearly recognizable figures despite Angel's young artistic skills.

The corporate situation had kept them busy all day. But the moment they stepped inside, the tension melted away. Aiden ran toward them immediately. “You’re late!” Aria followed, holding a drawing. “Look what we made!” May knelt down. The drawing showed a stick-figure family standing under a big sun. Four figures held hands. “This is beautiful,” May said warmly. Damien crouched beside her. “Who’s this tall one?” he asked. “That’s you,” Aiden said proudly. “And this is Mommy,” Aria added.

The sharp lines were incredibly precise and perfectly shaded. Three figures were sketched with meticulous care. Angela Monroe stood on the far left. A small child stood next to her. In the center, a much taller figure stood firmly between the gate and the other children. The tall figure had long dark hair. The figure looked incredibly strong and unyielding. Lily had labeled the tall figure with perfectly neat block letters. "Rora at the gate." Aurora stared at the pencil drawing. Her heart swelled with a massive, sudden warmth. The brilliant child had documented her absolute safety. "That is a very good drawing, Lily," Aurora whispered.

and “You don’t just draw clothes, you draw stories.” Angela thought so too. She wanted me to be part of the academy’s next major showcase. In two days. Two. I was still spinning in that cloud of disbelief when her voice cut through my thoughts. “Your new design…” Angela held it up, tilting her head to admire the curves of the dress I’d drawn. “It’s stronger than your last one.” Her heels clicked softly on the studio floor as she walked toward her office. I followed without thinking. “Thank you, ma’am,” I said, feeling small and full all at once.

Though Alpha Valor was 1000 years old, he looked in his early 30s. None of them looked their age. His mother, Luna Emmaline, looked in her 20s, the second leader of his family's small pack. She has blonde hair. The greenest eyes I'd seen. She's also tall but not as tall as the male and has a voluptuous body. All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me.

He said flatly, though a corner of his mouth curved up. Angelina was already flipping open her sketch pad. "Look! I drew you!" She said, turning the page to show a bright, colorful drawing of what looked like me with long dark hair, standing in a field of hearts and stars. There was even a tiny version of her holding my hand. "It’s beautiful, sweetheart." I smiled, letting my fingers trace the edge of the page. "You’re getting so good at this." She grinned and leaned against me. The room felt warmer than usual, like someone had turned the world down to a slower, sweeter pace.

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.

Angel was thinking quietly about what Mira said to him carefully. He even made a rough draft sketch of the map where he was making some division markings around it. Mira watched him carefully and smiled at how good his hands were at drawing. “Alright, since my pack had some exceptions due to their already assigned task because of the urgent matter that suddenly happened around recently.” Angel started speaking as made a perfect oval circle around his sketch before dividing it like a pizza pie.