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I’d hardly taken any notes today, in fact, but as I’d been thinking, I’d been drawing mindlessly, too. Scrawled on my page in smudged black biro was my own face. I’d barely registered drawing it. It was cartoony, with lips that were even bigger than my real ones, and doe eyes that were looking up at nothing. My lashes were long, casting spider-leg shadows down my cheeks. One side of my face was dark, and the other was shining in the light. I scribbled over it, forcing my pen so firmly into the paper that it began to tear. My vision became blurred as I dragged the pen through the notepad, and then I jumped when a hand was laid on my arm.

she beams as she sits down on the chair and takes her notebook and pencil. "You like swimming?" I ask, watching her doodling again on her notebook. I feel like I won't get tired of watching her. The longer I look, the more I realize why she is beautiful. She has long eyelashes that whenever she blinks or gazes, her eyes become more dreamy and gorgeous. Her childlike facial expressions are making me crazy. Like, right now, she is pouting her lips as she concentrates on something.

Pixie : ) I rolled my eyes in annoyance, shooting him one of my deadly glares, he burst out laughing at my reaction, I turned looking again to the drawing he just send me, I started drawing excitedly, he thinks he's funny, I looked at the middle finger I just draw perfectly, not writing anything, just a simple middle finger. I throw the plane and watched as it started flying towards Anthony but not quiet landing on his desk, I gulped when I noticed it landed on someone else.

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

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.

Though Alpha Valor was 1000 years old, he looked in his early 30s. None of them looked their age. His mother, Luna Emmaline, looked in her 20s, the second leader of his family's small pack. She has blonde hair. The greenest eyes I'd seen. She's also tall but not as tall as the male and has a voluptuous body. All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me.

Adira… It echoes pushing me to put her image on paper. I move to her nose leaving her mouth half finished; her eyes are the easiest part to put on paper. The image of them comes to me clear as day. The eyes staring at me in my mind have life in them, they have curiosity. They are filled with light but at the same time there is a void in them.

Coloured chalks in hand, she is deep in concentration. The noisy chatter of the young adults as they take their seats behind her barely registering as she concentrates on the task in hand. She has already drawn the parted legs and rounded arse cheeks and was now working on the pussy lips, the outer labia. Her drawing was graphic in its anatomical correctness and state of arousal.

Ayden crouches down in front of him and returns the drawing while still looking at Arya, deciding to tell the truth. "Come here, Aryehn," his father requests, and the boy stands in front of him. "Do you remember when I told you that mommy had black hair and a beautiful smile?" The child nods, remembering his words, and flips through his drawing notebook to a page where his parents are depicted. "Yes, here's mommy," he points to a woman with long hair. It should be noted that the drawings are childish, created by a five-year-old with an abstract concept, but the idea is perfectly understood.

Then suddenly— Her hands began shaking. 💔 Every page contained the same drawing. Again. And again. And again. 👁️ A silver eye. Hundreds of times. Drawn in different sizes. Different styles. Different angles. But always the same eye. 🌙 Aaira turned another page. Then another. Then another. And her fear grew. Because beside the eye, there was always a number. 3:13 😱 Every drawing. Every page. Every symbol. 3:13. 💀 ⸻