Blushing Drawing Novels & Stories

mumbled under his breath with a soft smile being played on his lips. Feeling the stinging sensation over the side of his hand which had turned bright red swollen along with it. Bleeding over the coner of the pinky finger due to bitting the skin from the coner. Making Koishi bite over the inside of his cheeks still feeling his vision getting blurred than before. As the tears fall down from his cheeks one after the other with his lips parted away. Pressing his lips into a thin line Koishi dips in brush upon the grey colour upon the colour palate. Which was filled only with the colour black and white with the different shades of gray upon it.

I observed how his broad back and shoulders are flaunted in his gray shirt. I sketched a few lines and created more shadows to draw his sharp nose. Using my ring finger I delicately blend the shadings I created for a smooth look. And then I made a middle line and above it I draw the upper lips and bring more shadings with the lower lips. I observed my work and wrote in the blank space at the bottom; Who are you? I close my eyes to sleep and begin to dream about him. In my dream he is riding his bicycle. He drives a few blocks away from the house where I reside. I observed him looking for a direction. It appears to me like he is lost.

Chapter thirty-three Anabelle Pov The hall was noisy, the moderators were discussing with each other. While other members were whispering. I couldn't think about the noise. I closed my eyes and started mapping out the drawing found. I drew the mountains first, filling it with amber color, the mountain was filled with different giant trees. After properly drawing the mountain I drew the moon-bird. It was so fine to my eyes, I couldn't believe I was able to draw the same art work and it was better than the previous one.

Firm. I closed my eyes. I tried to paint in my mind. The lines were still wrong. I opened my eyes. She was licking my underarm now. Her tongue traced the muscle. The hair. The scent of me. She moaned against my skin. Her hand never stopped stroking my cock. I reached for the sketchpad beside the bed. Charcoal in my other hand. I started to draw her. The line came out clean. Sharp. Alive. I drew her eyes. The way they looked up at me. Endearing. Devoted. I drew her mouth. The way her lips wrapped around my balls. I drew her hair. The way it fell across her shoulder as she licked my underarm.

Moreover who listens to best friend until and unless some problem arises. Putting a full stop to my thinking, I went inside the washroom, washed up and did my morning routine.... I didn't put any makeup for obvious reasons, as i have surgeries to do and just went with a light cream and a lipstick of light pink shade.... It's actually one of my favourites... Although pink is not the colour I prefer as I am not a pink person... Well, I am black person... Let's leave as soon as possible otherwise I would be late... I went out not before locking my house and tried to look for a cab or rickshaw...

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.

"Fuck, after that last one, I'll happily let you draw a pretty picture on my face." The girls smiled brightly and made their way to our side of the table. Brian gave each of them a black marker and flipped a timer. Hycinth was still wearing her heels, making it easier for her to reach me. I felt her draw quick lines on my cheeks and above my eyebrows, before drawing a circle on my nose and filling it in. "Times up!" Brian called out. "What did you draw?" I asked curiously, although I had an idea. She smirked, "You make an adorable pussy...cat."

He looked up at me, a mixture of shyness and wonder in his eyes. "Stay still Blair." I said, sitting back on the opposite end of the couch. I reached for a hard-covered book on the coffee table and used it as a flat surface to draw on. "Uhm, I don't know how that's going to turn out..." he trailed off, anxiety laced in his voice. "Are you sure you want to... draw me?" I hadn't even started and he was already complaining. I had to get up and turn his head back to the same spot since he had changed the pose.

He shrugged, “I just do. First, I see the colors of people. Red means bad and blue means good. Those guys were dark red, but the guy they are working for is even darker red.” I asked, “Do you mean the colors around people?” He shook his head, “No. It’s the color of their hat.” I smiled, “You’ll have to draw a picture of what you see for me. Do you think you can do that for me?” He nodded, “I can do that. Do you have markers or crayons?” Lena opened one of the drawers in the entertainment center. She pulled out a sketch pad and markers and handed them to him, “Here you go, little brother.” Blaine smiled, “I like being called little brother.”

Because after I was done, I looked down. I saw Angelstar, my wolf, and a beautiful wolf has a midnight color on his tail and under his chest with a shape of a paw on his chest. I knew it was a bigger guy than her and me because they were on the mountain top watching the sky. Then something came to my mind. So I started drawing on the other pad. I was underlining the picture and coloring and shadowy the part of the picture. Once I was done. I gasped and hid my flush face because I had drawn a girl with beautiful platinum blonde hair and purple eyes, but I kept my eyes on her. Oh, my God! The drawing looks just like-