Cute Foxy Drawing Novels & Stories

Ace POV She looks fantastic as always- my girl foxy (Scar). She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love her. And I will make sure to know what her mate is up to. Perhaps he is marrying her friend, and maybe he is just playing a game to get her back. Either way, I will make sure to keep Foxy mine. She will never leave me, and I won’t fucking allow it. She is mine, and I will fight dirty if I have to.

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

What was that about? I stared down at the drawing in my hand once more and I noted how Carter had drawn long canines elongating from the wolf's mouth. The drawing clearly showed it was not a dog but a wolf. “Why don't you kids go play with uncle Ethan while I go show these beautiful drawings to daddy?” I suggested. “But I want to show daddy mine,” Penelope pouted and I pinched her cheeks. “We'll go show daddy together later alright?” I told her and that seemed to satisfy her. The children ran off and I stared down at the drawings one last time before I headed towards Mr. Ford's office.

"You drew this before you met me?" He just smiles. "And this is you," he says to Fulvio. And sure enough, there's a giant wolf fighting another giant wolf. He has drawn the one's fur in orange and the other's a blue-black.

Tiny faces peeked around the door frame, followed by Emma's gentle scolding. “I told you cubs to wait—” She stopped when she saw me awake. “Oh! We can come back…” “No, please.” I smiled at the curious little faces. “Come in.” The cubs needed no further invitation. They bounded in, clutching papers in their small hands, practically vibrating with excitement. “We made you pictures!” The youngest, Amelia, thrust her drawing at me. “See? It's you fighting bad guys!” I studied the crayon masterpiece. A stick figure with multicolored lines coming out of it stood victorious over some very angry-looking squiggles. The details were adorable — she'd even included Kane and Zane as slightly taller stick

Soheila concluded because he had been playing with Little Black more often back then. Felix, the Fennec Fox of Zachary grew as well. Felix looked more fierce and cunning, however, it had a jolly attitude when they play. His jolly attitude was different from his fierce and cunning look. His rank level was on par with Vicious. His best friend was Sylvie since Sylvie is a fox as well.

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

And the slightly slanted eyes, carefully looking out of this sunny halo, turned from indistinct blue into green like a marsh duckweed. A real fox!

"Don't worry, when I find the leave, I will add your freedom to one of my requests." Felix nodded and brought out the soaked feathers from the ink and began to draw, he drew and labelled it in such a way that an amateur will be able to recognize when such leave is sighted. "I'm done, my alpha," Felix said. "Thank you, Felix," she stood with the book and walked out.

The dim yellow light flowed across the walls, distorting and shifting the shadows of the beasts, making them seem alive and adding an eerie atmosphere. "Look at that one," Carl suddenly stopped and pointed to a carving on the left wall. Following the direction of his finger, Amelia saw a beast that resembled a fox but had nine tails, each covered in colorful patterns. A single horn grew from its head, and its eyes were gentle and lively. "It looks somewhat like a Nine-Tailed Fox, but it's not quite the same."