Dabi Sketch Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, she didn't have any contact information for him, and even if she did, she couldn't summon the courage to call or message him. Sighing, she looked down at her thighs, where a sketchbook rested. Opening it, she beheld his sketch, her fingers grazing over the lines capturing his intense eyes and strands of hair falling on his forehead. The sketch portrayed his exceptional charm, but she knew that the real Darian surpassed a thousandfold in exceptionalism.

"Okay Kiara..you tried and wow I can't believe I have a red hair..it's pretty so I'll you a three out of ten" "Yay I got a three.." Damien cleared his throat to get noticed by Olivia, he also put in a lot of effort to be able to sketch with the kids.. "Daddy's next..I can't wait to see your sketch" A small blush crept up her chin, she couldn't deny that she was so eager to know what he had drawn of her.. "I guess you're next.." He gave her a nod and turned his sketchbook to her, the smile originally on her lips slowly fell as her eyes fell on the sketch he had made..

Every now and then, he’d glance up, catching her humming softly under her breath. “What are you drawing?” he asked. She lifted the sketchbook. “A crib,” she said. “I saw one in a magazine, but it felt too plain.” He studied the sketch for a moment. “It’s beautiful,” he said. “Send it to me, we’ll have it made.” Her eyes widened slightly. “Damian, it’s just a doodle.” “Then we’ll make it a masterpiece,” he said simply, returning to his work. The quiet that followed was comfortable, the kind that didn’t need words.

He insists it is a whale. Our afternoons become simple and lazy. We take naps and read books. We eat a lot of fresh frut that’s always in plentiful supply. I sketch on the lanai, trying to capture the majesty of this place. Scott dozes in the shade and opens one eye every now and then to tell me I am beautiful when I am frowning at a line.

Damian glanced briefly—it was a message from Olivia. He smiled faintly. “Excuse me for a moment,” he said to Adrian and the team. Damian opened the message and saw the photos of the sketches his daughter had sent. For a few seconds he just stayed silent, then unconsciously broke into a wide smile. “Olivia…” he whispered softly. Adrian grew curious. “Is there something, Sir?” Damian nodded, then turned his phone so Adrian could see the screen. “These are sketches my daughter made. She said it was just for fun. But look.”

“Is there any chance you have a photo of Caiden? It would make things simpler. I doubt that Caiden is the name you’ll find him using if you come across him.” Clara shook her head. “He wasn’t visible to anyone apart from other demons and myself. I can draw him though.” She retrieved her sketchbook from her bag and started work on a very detailed sketch of Caiden. She took her time and when she handed the sketch over to Arthur, she was satisfied that she had drawn him true to life. “Hmm,” Arthur said as he looked the sketch over. “He’s good looking. I’ll give him that. I’m not sure I can use this too well. A sketch isn’t quite a substitute for the capabilities of a photograph.”

With that in mind, I opened the bedside drawer and grabbed my iPad and Apple Pencil from it. I turned it on, and then thought… what would I sketch? An image flashed in my mind, the same image of Austin and Keren… I couldn’t take a picture of them, no matter how badly I wanted to… but I could always sketch them, can’t I? With that in mind, I opened up the Procreate app and slowly began to make tiny sketches with the pencil until the details started to piece together. About two hours later, staring back at me… was a perfectly sketched image of Keren and her Dad.

My hand moved across the page almost of its own accord, creating lines and shadows that slowly formed into a familiar face. Darius. I sketched the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes, the way his hair fell across his forehead. I tried to capture that rare moment when his expression softened, when the walls came down just a fraction. I was so absorbed in my drawing that I did not hear the door open. "Sebastian." I froze, the pencil hovering over the page. Slowly, I looked up to find Darius standing in the doorway, fully dressed in training gear. His dark eyes were fixed on my sketchbook, and there was no way to hide what I had been drawing.

Kabir asked, placing his hands gently on Kavish's shoulders. Kavish looked up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm making a family drawing, Daddy! See!" He proudly turned the paper toward Kabir, revealing a colorful array of bear-like figures, each one distinctly different in size. Above each bear, he had written names with arrows pointing to their respective figures: Edhaa, Kavish, Mumma, and Daddy. Kabir's heart swelled with warmth as he took in the artwork. "Wow! Breaking all the crockery kind of helped, huh?" he chuckled, a smile spreading across his face.

said Doodle so Sketch irritably sat down again. I drew in the wind to cheer myself up. Next to me is Doodle, I was only a few inches away from him. “I’ve been here for so long, guys; it’s been about two hours.” I suddenly said not even looking at them. In fact, it’s been over two hours but I understand why it took so long before they arrived. I raised my cap then looked at them; shock is obvious from their reaction. Maybe, they didn’t expect it’s a girl that they’ll see. I smiled. “Hi! I’m Abstract, Abstract Wrightwood.” then waved at them. “What is this brainstorming you are talking about?” Sketch’s straightforward question.