Coraline Drawing Novels & Stories

Knocking once on the door, Madeline opened the door to see her little girl drawing something on a blank paper while laying on her bed. “Hey honey.” Madeline hid the package behind her as she walked over to her daughter's small bed. She eyed the painting her daughter made and she got still. Molly had drawn a picture of a little girl standing in the middle while holding her mother's left hand and her father's right hand. The presence of the sun and the tall trees around made Madeline see that it was a beach.

She has to find him no matter what! Flora started walking in the long corridor, discovering the department. It was vast with many rooms and no windows. It was dark with some yellow lamps on the walls that had a faint light. The corridor had very high sailing. Maybe five meters? Flora was not sure, for she wasn't able to see the sailing. It was too dark to be seen. The wall was full of paintings. But they were not any paintings. They were the gloomiest paintings Flora has ever seen. There were some good imitations of 'Massacre of the innocents, 'The Temptation of St. Anthony', 'The Nightmare', 'Hell', 'Saturn Devouring His Son', 'Diomedes Devoured by Horses', 'Smiling Spider' and 'The garden

Now, they were finally ready to move on and let go of the past that once haunted them. Charles designed Coral's tail with all the things she loved in mind. Her favourite colours of orange and teal and an emblem of her favourite animal just above the right fin. Just like back then, the seahorse had always remained her favourite animal. Charles had programmed the DNA change to become active once Coral touched water so there was nothing left to do but head for the royal palace deep in the ocean.

Heloise didn't take off her gloves and immediately picked up a brush. "I apologize, but I'd like to use the restroom before starting," Coral said with a smile. Naturally, no one would object, so Coral swiftly left the room, holding her skirt. Heloise stood in front of the canvas, watching Coral's retreating figure like she was escaping. Behind her mask, the corners of her lips curled with a mocking curve. Her fingers deftly tossed the brush in her hand into the air, caught it, dipped it in paint, and started painting on the canvas.

Sara and her family arrived at the new house they bought, looked around her, but nothing was known. The only thing he really felt was his daughter's love, with her he didn't even need to remember anything, because her mere presence was enough. Sara was sitting next to her daughter Coraline, both were at a table, looking at some drawings that the girl made in her absence, Sara did not stop contemplating her, she caressed her hair, and brushed her cheeks, during the whole time she was separated from her, Coraline kept a drawing every day, in these she captured all the moments she lived by her mother's side, all this in order not to forget her.

Coraline's POV " Cora, are you even listening to me?" Mei tapped the painted wooden surface of the table, I was on my lunch break, drawing doodles on the table, trying to recollect my thoughts and figure out how I was going to survive living with Satan himself. I looked up and shook my head, " I'm sorry, what did you say?" Mei sighed, reached over, and palmed my forehead, " You don't have a fever so why do you keep spacing out?"

Coralyn smiled cutely Viper: "..."

I sit back on my heels, the sandy floor of the cave cool beneath my fingers. Could it be the same woman? The thought of it runs a shiver through me, and I begin to draw on the cave's floor, my fingers tracing lines in the sand. The picture takes shape slowly. There's an eye, wide and unblinking, surrounded by a cascade of white hair that seems to glow even in the dim light of the cave. Veils drape around the figure, obscuring everything but the intense gaze that seems to pierce through the shadows. Around the central figure, I sketch other elements—abstract shapes that might be keys, or perhaps stars, their arrangement cryptic and deliberate. The entire drawing feels charged with eerie energ

Kaeden took the plate inside to clean it up, passing Samantha, who had a bitter expression on her face. She knew Corbin didn’t enjoy eating in public and watched as Kaeden fed Corbin. Jealousy was growing in her that had been there ever since she found out that Corbin had a mate. “Alpha, alpha, look, I draw you,” Marcel said, running to Corbin. Those around and inside looked over. Kaeden walked over and grinned when he saw Corbin’s surprised look. “You drew me a picture?” Corbin asked, confused. Marcel nodded his head nervously, “I draw you lots,” he added and squealed when Corbin picked him up, placing him on his lap, “Alright, let me see,” Corbin said, taking the pictures from the little b

I chuckled back but what it meant was about how Coraline said he's cool. "Ah, haha! Yes, he's from the next town but he's on his way back now," I answered and pushed Mezakiel. "I didn't even introduce myself to her---hey!" He tried to stop me and he waved at Coraline with a smirk. "M-My name is Mezakiel Art Soren!" Coraline giggled and waved her hand at him. What's with that smile of hers? She's really entertained by Mezakiel just because he looked cool on her eyes.