Aizawa Drawing Novels & Stories

Taking out his pencil to draw. Naevia sat on a stool, which Zane checked first before he allowed her to sit on. She posed for the artist to draw, and he didn't waste their time. "Ta-da!" He said, lifting his hands up. Naevia gets so excited that she begged the artist to let her see. Zane goes over to see it first. The artist had drawn Naevia as a beautiful pregnant queen, sitting on a throne. Zane likes it and thanks the artist. "This is beautiful Naevia. Look at it," Zane said, showing her the drawing.

"Also, some of us are numb to fear now. We're not that scared. In fact, we want to look forward to tomorrow." They all laugh then hug each other in response although Cai Kang could sense some fear pushed away by this simple happiness. * Baozi is watching the entrance where Hoshino is beginning to work. She can only draw to show the future. The past is a bit easier but due to the sake of time, she drew hers to looks simpler with one exception; the cover which is not her manga drawing style. Kurai has to see it for his own eyes on every detail of what this person looks like.

Ren Zhi said with no interest. Risa and Xui Li turn their head to look at him. They both look at each other before Risa answers him. "That drawing is actually for her sick little brother. She always draws something for her little brother. Everything that she saw or feels, she will draw and sent to his little brother. And calling her art is stupid is quite rude, don't you think?" Risa feels a bit upset when remembering that Shen Zhao Lin never went out of his hospital room. While Xui Li and Ren Zhi are a bit surprised to hear what Risa just told them.

Chang Minsu sat on the opposite seat. "Anime mostly, but I like to draw portraits, though no one ever wants to hold still long enough for me to do that." "Really, do you have any with you?" Chang Minsu leaned over and lifted something out of the bag he carried. "Just these. They're not very good, but…" Chang Minsu dropped off as Hae Jae-Woo took the red art book and flipped through the pages. Hae Jae-Woo slowed down after a few pages and stared intently at the pictures.

"It's in your room...I didn't know what you liked..so I made it" Moving towards my room,I adjusted him on my hip. Opening the door to see a piece of paper on my bed. Confused as to what it was. Moving closer,I picked up the drawing sheet. And I just stared There was a drawing. A beautiful drawing as I would say. In the centre was a small figure,his hand held by two persons on either side. I looked at Aiden and he smiled at me. "This is me" He said pointing to the small figure in the centre.

I hugged it close to my chest like it was treasure. Aya was handed a pencil—chewed at both ends. “This is… very generous,” she said carefully. “He chewed it himself,” his brother informed her. Aya blinked. “Wow. Custom.” We were giggling before we knew it, even Joha. He had that soft look in his eyes again—the one he gets when he’s trying not to cry or laugh too hard. Or both. He pocketed the drawing and whispered something I couldn’t hear, but I saw him tap it in his hand.

"I will help." Kai nods with the satisfaction of someone whose project planning has received the necessary resource confirmation. Then he picks up the drawing book from the chair and he opens it to a fresh page and he begins to draw, right there in the treatment room, with the focused economy of someone who has something to get down before the image leaves. I look over his shoulder. He is drawing three figures: a small one, a tall one, and a third one whose silver hair he renders in careful crosshatched lines, standing in the western quarter with the tree and the lifted pavement stone visible at the edge of the frame.

She made a grab for the tube but Iwaoka was quick to hold it above her reach, a sly smirk forming on his mouth. “Must you do that?” she huffed with a glare, letting her arm fall to her side. Faline refused to jump for it. She had more dignity than that. Plus, if she did, it would only encourage him. Keeping it out of reach, Iwaoka twisted the tube open and pulled out the painting. As he unrolled it, the painting was revealed to be of Astora the Halequin spreading its wings as if it was ready to soar in the sky, daring the wind to overthrow it. A gleeful grin lit his face as he recognized the painting. He had commissioned it as a birthday present for Faline years back.

"Sissaye's mind was in a mess, but Zion had already returned to his bedroom." "There was no phone, no computer, no network. He seemed to have returned to primitive times overnight. This kind of idle time was really uncomfortable." "Zion found a piece of A4 paper and a pencil and casually drew something on them. Subconsciously, he drew Evangeline's face." "When he knew that he had the talent to draw, he was shocked. But when he thought of the talent of his grandfather and mother, Mango, he felt relieved." "Looking at the vivid portrait on the drawing paper, the corners of Zion's lips curled up slightly. He couldn't help recalling the scene when Evangeline ripped off his pants."

She sighed. “Tia…” Aiden called, placing a hand on her knee, she opened her eyes and stared at him with a neutral look. “What’s up.” She sat up, wanting to tell him about the rude, body guard looking man but the image of the serial killer flashed before her eyes and she reached into her back pocket to pull out the artistic drawing of the killer, handing it over to Aiden. He collected the paper, looked at it and then back at Tia, not sure what she was trying to say.