Blushing Drawing Novels & Stories

"There's no way I look like that. You look like you're being castrated right now." "Here's a better representation," There's a short stick laying between us and I pick it up, drawing the shape of a human face on the beach sand. I start out by drawing out two 'o's as the eyes with curved brows at the top. A small triangle is drawn next to display his small but pointy nose, and then lastly, strike out a straight horizontal line as his mouth. Noah stares at the silly drawing on the sand that now looks like a hairless mutant and raises a curved brow. "It's missing both ears."

I tilted my head and bit my lower lip and look away. His face is full of different colors with different drawings. There's a big black circle around his eyes and if he closes his eyes you could see a another eye on it. I have drawn a hair at circles on his nose and something like a booger on it. I draw a middle finger on his cheeks and a drawl on his mouth. I even made his thick eyebrows thicker! However, he still looks handsome yet funny. My eyes widened when he stood up. "You are done? Then leave!" I gulped so hard and hide the nervousness I'm feeling.

I let go, let the bond slip through my fingers, wade back out of the strange, dark place until Cadoc is a stern, menacing male again with cold, blank eyes. I gnaw my lower lip. “I can’t help blushing, you know. It’s not a disease or anything.” The crease appears between his eyebrows. “If you were wondering—it’s fine. Just a blush.” I poke a spot under my clavicle to show him how my skin blanches white. When my arm moves, I flash the very top of my left nipple. He licks his lips, and then he shakes himself, finally dropping his hands from my elbows.

I bite my lip, staring at the half-finished drawing of Ezra sitting on the easel. It’s just a portrait, I tell myself. But there’s no denying the tiny rush of excitement I feel over the thought of drawing Arthur shirtless.

He drops his gaze to the books beside me, I take them in my lap, jerking my hair out his hands. I go through the pages and most of the answers are okay, just not excellently described. I close the books and set them aside, picking up my sketch to add more detail to the daisy considering it's the only part of the drawing that I have full confidence is art, the rest of the drawing? I think it will earn me an A- as usual. Wait, what if the snake shades it's skin as it slithers through the skull like the daisy shaded it's petals?

The drawings were all created using pencils, and one of them depicted a naked woman. The thought of how many naked women Jared had drawn crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. The drawing was truly beautiful. The lines and curves of the woman's body were perfectly executed, making it seem as if I were looking at a real person instead of a drawing. "This is amazing, Jared," I said, not just trying to be polite, but genuinely impressed. Jared brushed off my compliment and continued to flip through the pages, showing me more drawings of naked women. I noticed that their faces were purposely blurred out, and I couldn't help but ask.

his shameless comment successfully put a red blush on cheeks making his husky grin grow bigger. taking advantage of my distraction he pushed me off of him and pinned me down getting on top of me making me gasp at the sudden intimidate position and blushed even more. He moved closer making my eyes go wide. "I love the blushing you lemon. epically when it's the blush i put on!"

Victory pudding. Amara laughed softly and typed back: Tell him I love him. A minute later, another message appeared: He knows. But I’ll tell him anyway. She folded the shawl closer around her, then reached for her pencil. She didn’t draw a face this time. She started with a swirl—bold strokes of gold, deep reds curling into soft blues. An emotional portrait. The baby’s heartbeat, perhaps. Or her own. Still beating. Still holding. On the next page, she drew two hands—one steady, one trembling—reaching. Not yet touching. Just... almost.

It was just like the writings of a computer, neatly and clearly obvious. Her perfect handwriting flows gracefully across the page, with elegant curves and consistent spacing. Each letter was meticulously formed, exuding a sense of sophistication and precision that captures attention and invites admiration. I picked up the drawings, and observed the nude pictures perfectly sketched out on blank sheets. This young Miss drawing is a mesmerizing dance of colors and lines, weaving together to create a vivid tapestry of emotions. With each stroke, she breathes life into her creation, capturing fleeting moments of beauty and depth.

“I drawed this for Miwella!” Mirella leaned closer, her eyes wide. “Wow!” she exclaimed with theatrical awe, taking the drawing. It was a bit scribbled, with lines overlapping and colors outside the borders. But amidst the wild pinks and greens, was clearly a giant flower with a happy sun in the corner. “This is a really pretty drawing,” Kaliyah added sincerely, smiling at Lani. The little girl beamed and swayed from side to side proudly. Then she tilted her head, staring up at Kaliyah.