Billie Eilish Drawing Novels & Stories

Justin has a pencil drawing of Olima's pretty face before, and all his drawings of her were all pretty. He wished he could bring her into his bedroom and show her all the silly images of her that he had drawn out before he brought her to live in their guest house. Justin usually draws images of Olima, both pencil and oil paintings of her smiling face, her sad face, and how her big brown eyes shine at him in surprise. He drew a recent image of her too, and he couldn't wait for her to fully mature, as he plans to draw a nude image of her too.

Ellie carried her to the bed and sat her down on it, she looked at Ezra and muttered a thank you to him, he acknowledged her with a nod, he walked to his desk and resumed work, leaving the ladies alone. “I miss your pretty little face around here” Ellie told Lilly as she gently laid her drawing on the table beside the bed, she would have the picture framed and hung on her walls. “How has school been?” “Fine” Lilly shrugged “That’s nice, and I hope you will draw something else for me very soon so I can have them in each of my rooms” “Really? You will want that?” Lilly asked happily, she was practically bouncing in joy and happiness “Yes, so what do you think we can do now?” Ellie asked

“Darlin’, we’re in New Orleans. You want a crown? I’ll find you a crown.” “Condom crowns don’t count.” My mouth teased into a smirk. “Fuck. Back to my drawin’ board.” “If you can draw anything beyond a stick man and/or a penis, I’ll be very impressed.” “Blow job kind of impressed?” “Aiden.” Elena rested a hand on my thigh softly. “Can you draw anything other than a stick man or a penis?” I ran my tongue over my lips slowly and deliberately and grinned when her eyes flicked down. “I can probably draw an all right pair of tits.”

Fabian was slightly stunned but he understood her intention from her beautiful, huge eyes. “Is this for me?” Fabian asked gently. Lillian blinked her huge eyes and nodded gently. Fabian took the card happily and carefully opened it. Within it was a drawing. The drawing depicted a tall boy and a small girl, clearly him and Lillian. Lillian’s drawing was very childlike; the contour of the persons was also childishly drawn, and even the colors used were not anything refined.

She thrust a slightly crumpled piece of paper toward him. Elena smiled, setting the plates on the table. “Let’s see it.” The drawing was a simple, colorful sketch: three stick figures holding hands, with a sun overhead and a small heart above. The heartwarming innocence of it contrasted sharply with the harsh reality he was living. He placed a hand over the paper gently, careful not to crumple it further. “This is beautiful.” he murmured, eyes softening as he looked up at Elena. Aria beamed. “Do you like it, daddy?”

Annie’s expression softened. “But you weren’t.” William exhaled slowly. “I almost was.” Silence settled again. But this time, it wasn’t heavy. It was peaceful. Nathan suddenly ran toward them. “Dad! Dad! Look!” William instinctively leaned forward. “What is it?” Nathan held up a drawing proudly. It was simple. Stick figures. But clear. A family. “You, Mom, me, Mia… and the baby,” Nathan said excitedly. William froze for a brief second. His eyes slowly moved to Annie.

“Liam, why don’t you show Mr. Ethan the drawing you made? The one from yesterday.” “Oh!” The boy brightened, dashing to the coffee table. He returned with a folded paper and handed it to Ethan. Ethan unfolded it carefully. The picture was rough, colorful — a child’s imagination rendered in crayons. It showed three stick figures: a woman, a man, and a little boy holding both their hands under a bright yellow sun. His chest tightened. “It’s… beautiful,” he murmured. “You drew this?” Liam nodded proudly. “That’s me, Mommy, and—” he hesitated, glancing up at Maya before finishing, “—and you.”

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding heart and the memory of Beau’s mouth still tingling on my skin. I stretched, groaning, and something fell from the pillow beside me. A folded sheet of sketch paper. I picked it up, fingers trembling. It was me. Lying in bed, hair splayed over the pillow, mouth slightly open like I had just moaned his name. My eyes were half-lidded. My shirt slightly off the shoulder. Eli had drawn me. And at the bottom of the page, he had written in delicate cursive: “Goddess in our house.”

It was a crayon drawing. Although it was messy, you could tell what she drew. Elowen had drawn two figures holding hands. One was a tiny girl in a pink dress. The other was a taller woman with long dark hair, wearing a suit. Above their heads, she had drawn a massive blue ocean with giant cargo ships floating in the water. She had drawn herself and Tyla Avery. I stared at the wrinkled paper for a long time after everyone else had gone to bed. Tyla had mentioned she had a child of her own.

I didn't know yet how much I'd regret saying it out loud. Eli reached for my sleeve while I packed the blood pressure cuff away. "Do doctors ever get scared?" "Sometimes." "Even you?" "Especially me." I sat on the edge of his cot. "Being scared doesn't mean you stop working." He considered that with the particular seriousness of a seven-year-old filing away important information. Then he reached under his pillow and produced a folded piece of paper, corners soft from handling. "I drew something." I opened it. Stick figures, all smiling, one holding a syringe roughly the size of a house. Wolves underneath a lopsided yellow sun.