Cute 3 Bff Drawings Novels & Stories

She laughed and hugged me tightly, she was half a head taller than me, but it wasn't awkward at all. "You really don't have to." I said, smiling at her, only now could I take in the full effect of how much stress this had caused her. Her deep brown hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, a pencil shoved into it, and her shrug's sleeves were shoved above her elbows, where eczema sat red and irritated and brought forth by stress. "Here's the drawings." I said as I pulled a folder filled with 205 different drawings. "I threw in a couple alternates, and you can rearrange them however you think they fit best. Oh!" I pulled out another paper filled with little boxes with intricate des

Mercedes' POV “Can I see?” I asked Carter who shrieked and hud his paper behind his back. “Carter what's wrong? You've been drawing for hours, can I see?” I asked again but the little boy shook his head. “Why not?” I inquired. “I'm not yet done,” he replied. “Carter never shows me his drawings and he laughs at mine.” Penelope pouted as she rose her paper and showed me her drawing. There were four stickmen, two bigger ones on either side while two smaller ones stood in the middle smiling as they held their hands together.

A soft chuckle escapes my lips. The rest of the day, we stayed in the living room, playing with Fera. After a while, Jay cooks lunch for us. Meanwhile, Fera and I draw him, sitting on the couch. Fera's drawing is a charming portrait. Mine, however, is less a true depiction and more like a shadow in the ghost, an indistinct outline of a figure barely there.

A small drawing desk in the corner, crayons scattered across it, a few papers with colorful scrawls. I stepped in slowly. On the wall, drawings were taped up. A child's drawings — a house with a triangular roof, a sun in the corner with rays drawn as straight lines, a tree with round red fruit. Then I saw it. One drawing in the middle. Three figures standing hand in hand. The small one in the middle, in a dress with long hair. A woman on the left. On the right, a man in a black suit.

"You can look now, Ate Graziel." Graziel accepted the drawing with a warm smile. Three stick figures were drawn on the paper. One was a tall man. One was a little girl. And the last one was a woman with long hair. All three of them were holding hands. A gentle smile appeared on Graziel's face. "It's beautiful." "This is Daddy." Junie pointed at the tallest figure. "And this is me." Graziel nodded. "And this..." The little girl smiled brightly. "...is you."

She then pointed to three men that stood behind me on the drawing and said, “These three men represent your heart, body and soul. They will each bring you pain, heartache and sadness, but they will also bring you love, power and happiness. You need all three of these men in your life to succeed.” The three men standing behind me on the drawing were Tristan, Mason and Samael. The rest of the drawing was dark shadows of people I couldn't recognize, the only other people I did recognize was Selene, my pack, this girl, two of the other hybrids and Azael. I continued to stare at the picture, amazed by how lifelike it was. The girl then knelt down on the floor in front of me and bowed her head. I

I hadn't even realized it had become our spot, a fact that irritated me more than it should have. Ryan was grinning, holding up a drawing Sea had given him. It was crude, almost childlike—two figures running through a field while a third stood alone, staring in another direction. “Sea gifted his favorite uncle this,” he said, his voice full of pride. I chuckled. “Wow, that’s an interesting drawing—or painting.” “Drawing, Axel. These are Sea and me. And this one is you,” Ryan teased. I glanced at the third figure, noticing the exaggerated ears. “She could’ve at least made my ear look a little less… enormous.”

She’d taken an interest in drawing lately, and it had stuck more than her previous interests had. But then again, she’s only five. There was plenty of time for her to find herself yet. “This is me, this is Mommy, this is Daddy, this is you Uncle Kells, and Aunt Gemi, Simon, Sawyer and Sadie,” she frowns. “I couldn’t draw Uncle Haden and Aunt Gemi big, so they are small.” She points to the smaller figures at the side. I notice another figure drawn in between Lucy and the figure who is supposed to be me, smaller than everyone and beaming.

The Ecostanian-style palace decoration looked luxurious and grand. Flora opened the small bag on her back and took out a picture book. “Mommy look, this is the family portrait I draw. This is Mommy, this is Daddy, and this is Jason, this is Jerry, and this is me.” There were five cartoon-like characters in the drawing. Although the drawing look was crooked and very abstract, each character was grinning from ear to ear. When I saw it, I smiled until my eyes turned red, “Oh! Baby, you are so awesome. You draw it so well.”

It was certainly not going to hang in a gallery anytime soon, but the intent was clear. “That is you,” she said, pointing at the figure with the exaggerated, long legs. “Good to know.” “That is me.” She pointed at the smallest figure, and even before she spoke, I already knew who the third one was. “Also good.” Then her small finger landed on the third figure. “And that is Jade.” Of course it was. I studied the drawing again, looking at the way the three figures were linked together by their hands. “You gave me very long legs, little bird.”