Angel Dust Cute Art Novels & Stories

I was caught in the act but I definitely would not let him believe that. "Mhm, I can practically see your over-inflated ego but just so you'd know, I wasn't staring at you. You kinda look like someone I know so just confirming." I lied. He smirked harder and shook his head, "Oh yeah?" "Mhm." I nodded. His eyes drifted to my doodle and he took my note to have a proper look. "What do you call this?" He raised a perfectly shaped brow. "A baby angel." I grinned. I know I draw weird things. I think weird is my middle name.

His desire had come to its peak, and it demanded immediate completion. The erotic sound from the two lips met filling the room. To those who are romantically intoxicated, it sounds more like a string of beautiful music. Green's neck has been filled with the exquisite work created by Langit Danendra Adyaksa, as well as his blood-red chest from the wife's lustful embrace. "Brother..,emhhhh." Green mooed, Langit gave Green a short pause to breathe as much oxygen as she could. "Three rounds, yes," said Langit as he flicked his eyes.

It's an angel. It's beautiful. The wings are so realistic and well done. The detail is almost perfect. There's even tiny tears and smudges in some places and the hair is a bit wavy. The wings are huge too. there isn't much colour in there. It really is beautiful. He seems surprised that I like it. "are you.." my voice breaks off as tears form in my eyes. I swallow them down and try to continue, "Are you drawing me?"

I could tell the person who drawn this must have a great talent. I walked to the next canvas on the other side of the wall and caressed and painting where Layla was petting a golden yellow big seven-headed cobra with adoration. Layla's emotions were shown very beautifully in the canvas. I touched the frame of the canvas and to my surprise, it slid to left and another piece of art was there behind. I realised there was a big collection of the album here and started moving them to the left side.

Oh. The sheet masking the canvas fell limp against the floor in a cluster, revealing the intricacy that was Uriel's art. A big, bright, dazzling Moon hovered proudly over the collection of stars, sprinkled on like glitter against midnight blue satin. The indigo sky held the white specks captive, dawning over a small familiar figure, wrapped in a blanket. To put it beyond simply, it was beautiful. Lovely. Mesmerising. It felt like a summary of Park Erin - the bboy who gazed at the Moon with a longing, burning passion, gazing, looking for answers and comfort in anything.

The words Lyon's Angel in cursive were written over my head, and it was amazing. "Damn, sis, this is great, it's exactly what I had in mind." I looked on in awe. I'd never seen anything like it, except maybe for Colton's tattoos. His art was all fire and tribal symbols, all manly and hot. But this looked very feminine and classy to me, and I couldn't wait to get started. "I have plans for other parts of your body, but that can wait, this is for your back. What do you think?"

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-

Her long, silky night-lingerie clung to her curves in a way that made her seem both innocent and sinful. Her eyes—icy blue and impossibly clear—held the depth of a sea goddess, calling, tempting, pulling anyone who dared to look too long. And her face… God, her face. It shimmered with the gentle glow of moonlight dancing on the surface of a quiet ocean—soft, haunting, and heartbreakingly pure. One look at her, and the world around him simply stopped. silent. “Wow, this is beautiful,” Carlos said, cutting the silence. “How could an artist be this good? I’m amazed by the motivation behind this piece. I’m not gonna lie—I would sell it for a million dollars. It looks so real and captivating.”

This is just too messed up. I take a deep breath and march down the rest of the stairs. A painting on the end catches my attention, compelling me to stop and stare at it. In the painting, a glowing woman with beautiful green hair floats in the air. Her features are blurred but in the light that shines around her, she looks like an Angel...or maybe, A Goddess. Besides the floating woman, there is another image of the same Goddess, now bound into shackles as a man stands in front of her.

Then, quietly grumbling to himself, he gets to his feet with haste and urgency. I watch him delve into a corner of the room, rifling through a small shelf of books hidden until then, until he finds a particular book, his eyes lighting up. He rushes back to us, placing the dusty old book on the table. The cover, crafted from animal skin, resembles one I own. He flips through the pages, stopping at one and revealing a drawing of a young woman with a wide, vibrant smile that radiates pride and joy untouched by the world. The artist has done their best with limited resources, clearly depicting her beautiful emerald green eyes, soft pink lips, and majestic chestnut brown hair.