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The old sketch book and the old diary. “I think that has all the answers you need….or at least some of it.” My throat grew both numb and painful at the same time, my fingers trembled as a tear drop stained the worn cover of the diary. The dust covered it lightly after I wiped it off, but I could see the old pink color and the long ropes attached to the book. I pulled it apart and watched as the book fell open. My breath caught in my throat when I started the first page. It wasn’t filled with words, but tiny doodles and drawings all around. Flowers, socks, books, stars, little hearts, and right in the center of the page were three names written over and over again;

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.” He sits down and begins reading. The first picture I draw is a portrait of uncle Owen’s sister with a wolf howling at the edge of a cliff at a full moon in the background. I make one for his father too. I plan to give them these at the funeral. I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family.

0 The last thing down here is an old metal desk and I search each of the drawers and find nothing. Out of anger I flip the desk, tossing it against the wall, and a book goes flying from the bottom of it. The cover of it is damaged, and when I open it, I see that it’s actually a sketch book. The first ten pages or so have the words ‘ego faciam ut Im’ written over and over. I keep flipping through the pages and there are sketches in the book as well. Sketches of wolves and flowers and warriors. But after the sketches come more pages of the same phrase again. The last entry has a drawing of an angry wolf with a sword raised above his head and Leo is written with an arrow pointing to it.

He seemed to have known what I was going to do. "I am confiscating all your books that have anything to do with the Moon Goddess and me!" I pushed him away as he had gotten too close to me. I scampered into his chamber and right there on the table, I saw the big book. Luckily, it was opened to the page of growing wings and soaring high. I was first attracted by the drawings on the page. A lady stood beside a cliff in the first drawing and jumped into the cliff in the second drawing. In the third drawing, she had grown wings while flying back up.

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

She said: I will mention it seriously. She did mention it seriously, in the next call with Clare, who was quiet for a moment and then said: The child drew the events of the book in parallel as they happened? In a portfolio? Clare was quiet again. That is the most remarkable thing I have heard in twenty years of working with books. Let me think about it. Clare thought about it. She came back two weeks later and said: The publisher wants to see the drawings. * * *

"I will help." Kai nods with the satisfaction of someone whose project planning has received the necessary resource confirmation. Then he picks up the drawing book from the chair and he opens it to a fresh page and he begins to draw, right there in the treatment room, with the focused economy of someone who has something to get down before the image leaves. I look over his shoulder. He is drawing three figures: a small one, a tall one, and a third one whose silver hair he renders in careful crosshatched lines, standing in the western quarter with the tree and the lifted pavement stone visible at the edge of the frame.

Corrian says as we pass a reading nook with oversized bean bag chairs and a shelf full of books no toddler would read. I catch one title, ‘Teeth Are Not for Biting (But Sometimes They Are)’. I raise an eyebrow. “Special how?” He doesn’t answer. We pass a hallway lined with artwork. Crayon drawings, finger paints, but some of them are odd. Red scribbles in circular patterns, shapes that look more like symbols than animals. One has a giant black figure drawn with scratchy lines and tiny words underneath it. I lean closer. ‘The Bad Ones Are Coming.’

he chuckled I laugh,ms.Samuels gave us a raise eye brow and I smile innocently, opening my note book for the first time a blank paper was in there,I turn it around and It was an drawing of a pair of eyes.I was confuse to why these were in my two books,I showed it to tent and he smile but shrug.I look back in my Geo book and took out the picture,I place but of them on the desk. "A baby and a pair of eyes,wow these are amazing drawing".

“Please sit there while I park the motorbike.” I nod my head, sitting on the bench. I watch as Alex parks his car, his muscles flexing through his dark shirt. What an amazing eye candy. His backpack on the bench is slightly open and as I try to close it, a sketchbook is peeking out. I bring it out, staring at it. I probably shouldn’t do this, it might be a diary but then again, can someone like Alex Vale keep a diary? I don’t think so. My curiosity gets the best of me and I flip it open, it’s a drawing of a woman, slightly older but with a bright smile. I flip the book again, it’s the same woman.