Aizawa Drawing Novels & Stories

My instincts urged me to hurry to Riza's room, and I acted on that impulse. I pushed the door open, feeling a familiar wave of sorrow as I gazed into her empty room. I sank to the floor, and as I began to sob again, something drew my attention. Beneath her bed, I saw a collection of drawing papers. I crawled toward them, my sobs intensifying as I beheld her exquisite watercolor artwork. It depicted our house surrounded by a garden of yellow roses. As I examined the remaining watercolor paintings, my longing for Riza deepened with each passing moment. Tears flowed more freely as I looked at her paintings one by one.

Daisy stood near the couch, her coat folded over her arm, her handbag clutched close to her chest as if it were armor. He remembered last night, Aria sat cross-legged on the rug, humming softly to herself while dragging a crayon across a piece of paper she'd found earlier. She was drawing something that vaguely resembled a house- with crooked windows, a sun that smiled too big, and four stick figures holding hands. Zavier hadn't looked at it. Not once. But he knew it was there, at the table. He turned slowly. "Daisy. Llévensela." he said, his voice measured, controlled.

He looked at April with a comforting smile. “Fucking sucks hah!” The distressed girl who cried and looked gloomy a while ago started laughing. “That’s better,” He offered his white handkerchief with a rose emblem on the side. “I’m Aizen, sorry for intruding your me time.” He introduced himself, and stood up from the bench. “Well, I shall take my leave. See you later?” “April, that’s my name.”

Zayn pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, smoothing it out on the table. It was a drawing. Simple. Uneven lines. Bright colors. Three figures. Aira recognized it immediately. Zayn pointed at it proudly. “This is me. And that’s Mum. And… that’s you.” Lucien’s gaze fixed on the drawing. For a moment, he didn’t speak. His fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch the paper but stopped himself. “And you made this?” he asked. Zayn nodded. “Yes.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change much.

Aizen stood inside Lionel’s old bedroom. The scent of old books still lingered in the air. Study desk. Bookshelf. Old posters. And an old camera box near the wardrobe. Aizen walked toward it— Then stopped. The drawer was slightly open. His expression sharpened instantly. Someone had already searched this room. Aizen opened the drawer carefully. Not empty. Disturbed. Someone had been looking for something. And failed to find it. Aizen crouched near the wardrobe and reached underneath the wooden panel. His fingers found hidden tape.

She had made her realise her own worth in her eyes. “Eizzy, see. What I draw,” she showed the drawing pad to Eizlina. Eizlina looked towards that drawing pad where she saw Orelia had made the drawing of a man, two women and a little kid. They all were holding each other's hands.

I asked as she panted, her hand on her chest before she stood upright. "I'm Hana Aizawa and I have a question." She said as I raised a brow at the familiarity with the name. "Go on, if it won't keep us too long I will talk." I responded and she smiled. "Do you know the name Tomoya Akame?" She asked and I shook my head sadly. "Uncle and Aunt really did change your name." She whispered sadly as she brought out from her bag a little album. I watched as she quickly flipped it before she found the picture she was looking for and handed the album over.

I'm alone without Paige, maybe her sick sister is still being watched. I sat down in my seat here in the art room and arranged everything I would use for drawing. I thought of Vaz and slowly moved my hand to start drawing. In my brain was Vaz's serious face looking at the sky as if someone was talking. Maybe he misses his Mom has long since passed away. I slowly moved my hands and drew what was on my mind. I’m sad to see Vaz in my mind. Maybe he misses his Mother so much because I always catch him looking at the sky. After drawing I started coloring it. When I thought it was over, I stepped back a little so I could see my work properly. A man carrying a candy bag and looking at the bright mo

Rosa said with a meaningful look that made me wonder just how much Izzy had picked up about my arrangement with Damien. After finishing breakfast, I gathered my sketchbook and pencils and made my way to the sunroom. The space was stunning, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the gardens, comfortable wicker furniture with plush cushions, and potted plants creating a greenhouse effect. Izzy had already set up an impressive array of supplies on a low table, including her manga drawings and what looked like professional-grade markers. "This is quite the setup." I observed, settling onto a cushion beside her. "Mr. Salvatore got me these special markers from Japan," she explained proudly. "He sai

“You think so?” Tatsu nodded eagerly. “Totally. I’m gonna tell Mrs. Nakamura you should get a prize for that. It’s the best thing I’ve seen all day!” Hibiki’s cheeks turned a soft pink, and he ducked his head a little, returning to his drawing. He hadn’t expected so much praise for something so simple. He loved drawing, but it was a bit overwhelming when someone else noticed it so much. Yet, Tatsu’s words made him feel proud of what he’d created.