Ben 10 Colouring Book Novels & Stories

I love his spirit. I colour in his dark brown hair and his deep coffee eyes. I admire my work afterwards. It represents him so much, but something is missing. His aura. Personally I see it as a purple, blue, aqua colour, which represents his soft, caring and genuine side. I lightly colour the aura around him. It looks amazing, I am so proud of it, I need to give it to him. I collect the coloured pencils which I had used and go put them back up at the teacher's desk.

Master asks and I nod. "I'll be okay! We've painted the base colour so I can focus on the little animals," I say and Master sighs. "Okay but please sit on the chair," my dad says and I nod and roll my eyes. "I'll be okay!" My dad and Master start unpacking the huge flat box with the crib inside while I sit on my chair and organise my paints to paint a jungle mural on the wall. My first animal will be a tiger so I get orange to do my base colour.

The details were adorable — she'd even included Kane and Zane as slightly taller stick figures in the background. “Those are your powers,” Amelia explained seriously, pointing to each colorful line. “The red is for vampire, brown is for wolf, blue is for witch, purple is for demon, and the gold is for angel. All of them together!” “It's perfect.” I carefully set the drawing on my bedside table. “Thank you, Emma.”

“I love all colours, I guess. They are all good for different reasons.” The philosophical Ben. I shiver as the floor grows colder. Ben carries me to the couch and reclines on the armrest so I’m glued to him. His hand slips under my shirt, bumps erupt on my back and another shudder wracks my body. The cold evaporates, heat builds in my stomach and spreads to all parts of me. It becomes harder to breathe as his fingers move under my boobs and back down to my stomach. The TV is on but my brain is too muddled to understand the ongoing show. “What’s your favourite colour?”

"We couldn't forget the world's best big sister. This is for you." Bianca tore into the tissue paper with the intensity of a prizefighter. She pulled out a stunning "The Little Mermaid" deluxe coloring book. It was a hardcover volume with thick, high-quality pages and illustrations far more intricate and beautiful than any standard children's book. Tucked inside was a velvet pouch holding a set of professional-grade, artist-colored pencils, their barrels gleaming with the name of a luxury brand. Her gasp was one of pure, unadulterated awe. “It’s Ariel!” she whispered, her little fingers carefully tracing the embossed cover. She looked up at Violette, her eyes wide. “Vi, these are the most gr

He handed it to me excitedly. Funnily enough it was a picture of two cartoon wolves. For a child that is almost five he is very smart and skilled. Most four-year-old kids just scribble when they color but Walker colors in the lines better than most adults. I notice how one wolf is all black with bright blue eyes and the other is a chocolate brown with yellow eyes. I sucked in a gasped breath as I realize I’m looking at the colors of Zayden and Grey’s wolves. “It’s beautiful baby. How did you pick the colors for the wolves?” I asked.

They are probably having a swell time together or with the maid. *** “Uncle Stephen!!” The children scream in glee. “Hey, pupsss!” He embraces them and sucks in their scent of powdery lavender. “What are you two onto?” He smiles and peeks into the books. “Coloring.” Bernice says. The dinosaurs are lizard-looking with the mixture of colors, “This is amazing.” He chuckles. “I love the colors.” “But they don’t fit the dinosaur.” Stephen shakes his head in amusement. Bernice playfully hits him.

He handed me the colour, and I patted his head. I closed the book and pointed at the blue. “What colour is this?” “Red.” I kept bringing random objects for a while and the only colour he could distinguish was red and sometimes white with one exception – I am the only colour he can see except himself. What was going on? It was safe to say colour blindness, but do colour-blind people see everything as red and can tell actual red colours from other? After the kids slept off, I called Ben. “I’ll be late.” Ben said and I sighed.

It occurred to me he was always off to school even before I woke up. I walked further in, touching the tiny stack of comics on his desk, the scribbled crayon drawings taped to the wall -one of me, him, and Desmond. I smiled faintly, running a finger over the uneven line that was supposed to be my hair. On his walls were different posters of cartoon characters. Specifically Ben 10 and the kid from Dragon Rider. And at the lower side was a picture of me, him and Desmond - the same one he drew. It was glued to the wall closest to his bed. Looking at it now, I figured he had added a red colour to my lips for a little make-up.

He was telling her, surprisingly softly and she was curious to know more. Like this he took her to each painting and made her hand feel each curve of it, telling the colors and its meaning. " What green color indicates? " She asked, not knowing how it looks. How bright the color is. " It's a fresh and natural color, which represents life. It also indicates hope for a better life. " He explained. She memorized each word he was telling her, like a death note. It was the first time when someone was telling her about colors. Eden was the only one who used to tell her how colors feel and glow.