Novel & Cerita Alice Angel Drawing

The adorable scowl that overcame her face was something I couldn't help smiling at, "You think you're so funny? Do you think you're the young Jim Carrey or something?" "I think I'm the handsome version of him," I corrected, plucking the pen out of her hair. "This is so boring," I drawled as I began to doodle in my notepad. The first thing that came to mind was a little angel with big doe eyes and curly hair. Drawing a neat arrow to the corner, I labeled the drawing 'Angel face' before sliding it over to her. She analyzed the drawing, grabbing a pencil that laid on her side of table to scribble something in reply. When she was done, she slid the page over to me and waited drifted her attentio

Their eyes were fully dark blue, with no pupils, and their faces were extremely beautiful. - Wow, you have a talent for drawing. They look very realistic.- Esther said, looking at the man. - Thank you.- Laurens replied, and he seemed to be a little embarrassed.- But back to the case, after all it's been mentioned that you have little time, detective.- he continued, and his face had that bored expression again.- There were five of them, four men and one woman, but two of them appeared to be leaders. These are the two that I drew on the front, a male and a female angel.- he pointed at the drawing.- And you could see that this woman was probably the highest rank and this man is right behind her

- Kenneth. Yeah. I love it. - Me. Why? - Kenneth. To capture beautiful scenes in a whole blank sheet of paper. - Me. What about me? Will you trap me in that white paper of yours? - Kenneth. I will. - Alice. Soo meaan! Alice I'm not a scenery you draw okay? I'm one hell of a super hot cop! Not some boring stony craft statue or a painting! - Kenneth. Water droplets drip at the side on my drawing of his face. Drops resembling tears. I brush my cheeks, felt the damp skin and exhaled.

When she wrestled the bag around to the front, she unzipped it and triumphantly pulled out a rather rumpled looking piece of paper. Alice looked at the drawing and this time, a single tear escaped. It trickled down her cheek before she swiped it away with the back of her hand. “Adam, look,” she said, her voice choked. “It’s us.” I took the sheet of paper. It showed a family grouping drawn in colored crayon. A stick man, a stick woman with a chaotic corona of hair holding a bundle, and a little stick child standing in front. The child had a big smiley face.

Angels were lying on a battlefield of sorts, their bodies sluiced open and their innards oozing out onto the ground. Emma spotted one last picture peeking out from under Hannah’s bed. This picture disturbed her most of all. She had drawn Namirha standing imperiously over an altar, with his arms in the air, holding a bejeweled knife with its blade pointed down over a body. Not just any body, Hannah’s body, lying on the altar, like a sacrificial offering. A woman was drawn at the base of the altar reaching up in futility to stop the sacrifice. She had drawn her mouth open as if she were screaming. A man, an angel, had also been drawn lying face down next to the woman, his back bloodied. Beside

i begged “I..I'm sorry Alice I don’t know anything about your angel side but whatever it is, it's really strong. I can feel your power. It holds so much strength. We are so special. Alice, try taking a shower and calming down. Our mate can find out what he can about us if you just ask him.”

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

An intricate crown wraps around the moon and the deep royal blue and silver color stands out beautifully on her golden skin. I tear my eyes from her mark and look at my own. It is nothing at all what I thought it would be. Instead of a wolf, there is an angel with her wings and arms thrown wide, her hair is fanned out like the wind is blowing. Silvery blue flames swirl around a flowing dress with a silver crescent moon behind her. Gold wolf eyes stare out from the half circle of the moon, and the angel herself is navy blue with light blue wings, much like Divina's own.

The little angel did know how to speak, she called my mate mommy, she had the cutest voice ever, but when her tantrum started I looked at her with a glare, one look was enough to get her to get back to her notebook and end the tantrum before it started. We did the same during all of our classes, and I could see the angel pulling on Amber's sleeve, wanting to show her the drawing she's been working on, I looked at the paper as well, she had drawn in green a dragon with horns and fangs, along with red drops going down his mouth, the drawing was one of a young child, but I could guess who she meant to draw, it was me in a picture. "Angel," Amber scolds her, I turned my face to the other side pr

I tease, and he lets out a hearty laugh I turn my attention back to the picture. It's of him grinning at the camera, with his arm around a woman laughing. My breath catches in my throat as I take her in; she looks exactly like what you would expect an angel to look like. Her hair was the color of sunshine with golden eyes, a small, slender face with high cheekbones, a button nose, and a beautiful smile. I look exactly like her, but more so the evil twin version. The picture is of the upper halves of their bodies, and they're sitting down, so I can't tell if I got my height from her. One would assume since the man before me is a giant.