Novel & Cerita Aang Drawing

‘tang ina, ano ba talaga ‘to? Sumunod na tiningnan ko ay ang isang charcoal drawing na naka-picture frame sa A4 size. Noong una, hindi ko pa makilala ang nasa drawing, pero nang tinitigan ko ang mga ‘yon nang mabuti, lalo ko na itong nakilala. It was a student, based on the uniform that the woman is wearing on the painting. She’s not smiling too. Hindi . . . Hindi ako p’wedeng magkamali. This maybe a painting only but, because of how good Savannah is, she drew her perfectly! Kilalang-kilala ko ang babaeng nasa painting na ‘to kaya hindi ako magkakamali.

The angel’s scent carried an irresistibility that no man can resist. Lee Yin-Yin liked that idea. They sat there and talked about what the colours of her custom outfits would look like. Meanwhile, Wang Yi-An quickly drew sample sketches of the entire story, while they speak. Of course, Jin Qi-Long loves to throw compliments at Lee Yin-Yin. Lee Yin-yin’s manager would just sit there laughing along with him is doing chit chats. All while, Yang Tian-Xu would ignore them as he glances over at Wang Yi-An’s work.

The thought made something warm bloom in her chest that she immediately tried to suppress. "Alex?" Clara asked, reading over her shoulder. "Yeah." "That's... nice?" "It is nice." Angela set her phone down. "It's also complicated." "Everything about him is complicated." Clara grabbed another spring roll. "But at least he's being supportive. That's something." "Yeah. It's something." That night, after Clara left and her dad went to bed, Angela sat at the kitchen table with her mother's old sketchbook. She'd been drawing more lately—quick sketches of hands sewing, of faces in profile, of small domestic moments that felt worth capturing.

Angela said coldly. With that she moved off screen and checked through the items that Agatha had requested. She grabbed the black chalk and walked directly in front of Daniel. Once there she took three steps backward while facing him, and then leaned down and put the chalk to the floor. While never taking her eyes off of him, she began to walk counter clockwise around him, drawing a circle on the floor. Once she was back in front of him she finished the circle. It was amazing how she could do that perfectly and never once look down. As soon as the circle was complete she put her hand where the beginning and end met. Angela said something quickly that Emily did not understand, but in less tha

Aurora shyly met them and then the small Angela who met them excitedly. They all settled down in the lounge as they talked. Angela, who was sitting on the floor and was busy drawing, saw a large boot near her. Her head snapped up to see Luca, he crouched down and gazed at her paper. "What are you drawing?" He asked while observing her drawing. "Angel." She mumbled with a wide smile. Luca chuckled at her attempt. The drawing was looking anything but an angel. He recalled how Rasmus had called his drawing of Angel a mosquito once.

Angela smiled, “When we were in high school, we had an assignment in art class to draw our dream home. This house looks exactly like her finished work.” Daniel smiled, “Love, it looks like we have found it. What do you think?” I nodded and jumped into his arms, “It’s perfect.” Angela asked, “Do you want to get a closer look?” I asked, “Are baby pigs pink?” Angela laughed out loud, “Let’s go, farm girl.”

Because after I was done, I looked down. I saw Angelstar, my wolf, and a beautiful wolf has a midnight color on his tail and under his chest with a shape of a paw on his chest. I knew it was a bigger guy than her and me because they were on the mountain top watching the sky. Then something came to my mind. So I started drawing on the other pad. I was underlining the picture and coloring and shadowy the part of the picture. Once I was done. I gasped and hid my flush face because I had drawn a girl with beautiful platinum blonde hair and purple eyes, but I kept my eyes on her. Oh, my God! The drawing looks just like-