Angry Luffy Drawing Novels & Stories

He wanted this image to always happen in their present and future with Lilly. Both Largo and Luca really wanted to paint this moment permanently in their heads. "Forgive me. But you look so cute when the fish were swimming away.” Lilly said while trying not to laugh again. She patted her cheeks. She thought it was rude to laugh at other people like that. It's natural for Largo to be annoyed with her. Largo pulled the soft body closer to him. A confused Lilly looked at him with her curious bright green eyes. Largo rubbed her beautiful and smooth face with his fingers. He was very careful not to hurt his mate with his sharp nails.

Lumi bite back. Tom waves his hand. "Time out ... stop it or I will put you on the naughty step". He smiles at me. "Go on darling Your turn". I step up taking a card and giggles like crazy when I see the title on it. "Okay Lumi, think out of the box". "Got you". She grins. I quickly finish my drawing and step away. Tom is cocking his head first one way, then the other as Lumi clutches her stomach laughing. "Uhh darling is that a half-bald dwarf holding ... uhm is it a letter".

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.

I say, and the boy comes closer to me with confidence oozing from him. He hands me his drawing with a smug expression on his face. Oh, heavens, he's like a mini Harry. I take a look at the drawing, and wow. It's a drawing of a rocket, and it's so beautiful. No wonder he was bullying Lilah; his drawing is otherworldly. "Dylan, this is..." I'm at a loss for words. "Amazing, fantastic, beautiful, perfect," he completes for me in a smug tone, and I roll my eyes.

He picks it up, flipping it open casually. A small, surprised chuckle escapes him. His eyes land on a crude cartoon drawn in Nina's strong handwriting. It shows a wolf in a suit, clearly meant to be him, with the caption: "Huh, ignorant little girls, you are all attracted by my handsome appearance? Ha ha, you have no idea that I am actually a monster!" Lucien's grin widens as he takes in the exaggerated features she gave him-the wolfish face, the ridiculous pink bow, the overly confident expression. This girl... Her drawings are bold, just like her personality.

Lucas sat at the table drawing. "Look!" He proudly held up another picture of Weather Dragon. "This time he breathes lightning." Damien studied the drawing seriously. "That makes him much more powerful." "I know." "Can he make tornadoes too?" Lucas's eyes widened. "I didn't think of that!" He immediately started another drawing. Mara watched them quietly, smiling to herself. --- Dinner was simple. Pasta. Garlic bread. Far too much conversation. Lucas talked through almost the entire meal.

‘She sure is cute when mad, brother’ Arrow mind-links me, as we watch her stare at herself, while clearly having an inner argument with her wolf. “She is such an ass” Lizzy huffs, turning towards us. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She all but growls at us, placing her hands on her hips. “You look cute” I say, she rolls her eyes at me “What am I a furry kitten or something?” She sulks over to the sofa and drops on to it. She looks exhausted, but I guess it's been a long few days for our little firecracker.

Elly drew a picture when his drawing was accidentally flooded. His eyes narrowed in anger. Elly couldn't help but raise his voice to the offender. He worked hard for a week to draw his school activity and the deadline is tomorrow. But just because of that person will ruin what he has worked so hard and watched to do. "What did you do? Huh?" In high tune.

I was sure since he tormented me I’d drawn something resembling him once or twice. I snaked my arm across the table, trying to grab it, but he turned his back to me and flipped the pages, stopping abruptly, his shoulders tensed. When he turned around, my eyes drifted toward the opened page. His high-school jersey number stood out in bright red, with angry teeth, and a girl—obviously me—crying and pulling her hair in the background. The bright sky sat behind us in royal blues and rainy reds. I drew that after Peter never talked to me again.

"You're back! Look what I made!" I dropped to my knees and caught him in my arms, lifting him into a tight hug. The scent of baby powder and clean clothes instantly made all the lingering stress leave my muscles. "Oh, sweetie! Let me see. What did you draw?" Leo held up the paper proudly. It was a drawing of a big blue boat on a wavy green sea, with a very tall man, a woman, and a little boy standing on the deck. The tall man had black hair, just like Julian.