Booktok Drawings Novels & Stories

At least my book is- "Wait, my book!" I looked at my book and I can't help but get mad. I looked at him and showed him what he had drawn. "Why do you have to draw a smiley face on the top of my book?!" I saw that he closed the zipper of his bag. "I can't get your attention, you're so busy reading that boring-" "Boring?!" I repeat what he said. He slung his bag over his shoulder and stood up. He nodded in response.

It was hidden among the books as if the Princess didn’t want anyone to have access to it. “Here it is!” she screamed with a mild smile and I was forced to also smile with her because she was so cute with her messy hair and oily face. We both opened the book and flipped through the pages. We were almost giving up when we landed on the page that showcased drawings. “What are these? Are they part of the books?” I asked looking closely but she couldn’t provide any answer since I also didn’t know. We stared for few minutes but nothing was coming to my mind. She was about giving up when I suddenly grabbed the book.

"Goodbye Penelope. " Once outside, he continues to wave at me, which of course I return out of courtesy. Olivia, my assistant, enters. I hand the store over to her and go to the back. I sit on the floor with the book in my hands, once again I caress the cover of the precious treasure, and I open it, I have this feeling of joy that comes over me all at once, excitement. It looks like a physics book. There are drawings on the first page caricaturing the wolves' physique, talking about their transformations and the stages of them. I keep flipping through and I come across a portrait of my beautiful alpha, a drawing of him as a boy, then as a teenager and finally one of him that is very recent.

" I took out the book at one and it levitated itself and its pages flipped at such speed to an unknown page. The next act raised tension, my palm getting colder and sweaty. The pages slowly began to fill its empty sheets, drawings and writings, a few in English and the rest in sigils and signs. The first drawing I saw, was a three headed beast, it looked like a hound, or a dog. Drawn as a black and white art, shades of the body noticeably seen, bringing out details, the saliva dripping from its flappy mouth. I looked underneath the drawing and I saw a tag. "Cerberus, Hireling Of Hades." "Did that book just flip?" Asked Maria. Concern drawn over her face as she slowly walked closer and peeped

His sketches look like anime characters. Fun fact: they are supposed to be Nigerians. The last pages of boy-girl's books are covered in them– layers upon layers of drawings. It's some kind of figure-drawing collage. He should be in an art school, he's really good. He made them into a comic strip. DEITY– he called it, and the protagonist's name is Echinabia, and he acts like a bum. All muscles and no sense. His notes are complete though, written in perfect, elegant calligraphy. It probably took him ages to pen these notes down.

Nodding my head, I replied, “Yes, I understand that you would want to keep your secret hideouts away from me. I would not want to reveal my territory and its secret passages to a stranger either.” Garcia gave a small smile and opened the large paper roll and laid it out on the table. What caught my attention immediately was that it was hand drawn. It wasn’t the printed version that I had in my office or any other alphas that I had met. It was complete with drawings of trees, mountains, rivers, and other small things with names given to each major landmark in nice handwriting. It was beautiful to look at. “Have you created it?” Author's note: I have recently started my I*******m account and t

Lukan is genuinely kind and possesses a pure heart, that much my wolf knows for certain, and I trust his spirit. He flips the notebook back to the early pages, which include countless drawings of pack boardrooms, long trail crossings, stacks of territory treaties, and random mugs of bean sap in different dens. I look over his shoulder as his eyes devour each sketch again. Then, my sharp eyes notice the sudden pattern shift in the drawings. “What is it?” He searches my face, immediately noticing the shift in my scent.

Hair products were on the nightstand, while notebooks covered another table. His eye was drawn to a colorful drawing. As he approached the table, he saw that the notebook was full of drawings. Not just drawings—some kind of graphic novel? He began to flip through the notebook. He was hardly some graphic novel enthusiast—he hadn’t read a comic since he’d been a kid—but he could see talent in the drawings. The strokes of the pencil, the light and shadow, it all seemed to reflect Thea as a person. When he came to one passage, he even chuckled at the dialogue.

The first pages contained ordinary drawings. Faith. The house. The old fig tree. Then... His expression changed. Bethwel leaned closer. "What is it?" Alex turned the book around. Glen had drawn the northern woods. A square hatch. Six stick figures. One had a hat. Another had unusually large boots. Each figure carried a different symbol instead of a face. Joel smiled. "Children draw differently." Alex nodded. "No." "He wasn't drawing faces." "He was classifying them." He pointed at the figure with the hat.

I walked up to her room and placed her on her bed. I removed her shoes and socks.. I wiped her makeup and tucked her in.. I want to stay behind for some more time but I have to go.. I need to end this soon.. I was about to leave when something caught my eyes.. I walked closer and picked it up.. It was a sketch book.. I didn't know that she could draw.. I opened it and at first they were some sketches of the places around the city.. Then a mysterious looking dragon with flowers.. I stared at the dragon that looked fierce and bloodthirsty.. If it was real, it would've ruled the world..