Descendants Drawing Mal Novels & Stories

The way Kara showed off her drawing to the screen was like someone presenting a priceless gift. “Mommy, look! There’s a big person and a small person. It’s you and me!” Tina looked at the big and small stick figures that were holding hands and wearing skirts. They looked close. Only, there was a scribble of black to the side. Curious, she asked, “What’s this black thing over there?” “Oh, that’s Daddy!” Stunned, Tina asked, “What…?” “I only drew you and me, but the teacher said to draw a father. Since Daddy died ages ago, I drew a huge coffin!”

Today is a Christmas party in her school and also her school vacation starts from today. “Mammy, I have made this,” She said, giving me her drawing card. “Why this card,” I asked. “Maestro asked us to make a family diagram and the best drawing will take place on a Christmas tree,” She said happily, showing the picture. I opened the card and saw her amazing painting. She has different levels of craze for painting. She has drawn me in the center beside a shadow, and I know what it means. She draws herself to the right side of the shadow, interlocking fingers with him and another side, Jonathan sitting in a wheelchair.

He marveled at her drawing skill but then to think of it, he did not really understand the illustration of her art. It's a drawing of six people with the caption “Family forever”. "What's this beautiful art all about? Uncle Damon is finding it hard to fathom its meaning, can you help with that?" Damon asked. "That's us, uncle." She dropped plainly. "Us...?" They all chorused simultaneously as the three boys rushed to feed their eyes. "How is this us...?" "Yeah. Mom, uncle Damon and the quadruplet too. Uncle Damon is now part of the family as our new dad." She explained, pointing at the older male in the drawing.

Leo turned his drawing board to reveal a drawing of a calm lake. Daniela and the remaining three applauded him. Rocco showed his drawing next, which was a messy combination of red and black. They still applauded him. Alessio turned his drawing board. His drew a picture of four small boys running in a field. He was applauded. Killian turned to Matteo, the ring leader. “Your turn.” Matteo smiled and turned his drawing board. Killian rolled his eyes. As expected. Matteo drew a picture of a woman in a wedding dress, holding hands with four small boys in suits, and beside them was a stick figure of a man who looked like no effort was put into drawing him.

“It’s nothing.” “Show me,” Colton said, snatching it from his hand and a show a drawing where he had drawn two kids in the middle and a woman on the left side, and a man on the right side. And below it, he had written 'Mom, Colton, me, Dad' in his handwriting. “Wow, it’s beautiful.” “Is it?” “Yes” Calvin grinned happily before speaking, “I was thinking of giving this to dad tomorrow. Do you think he will also like it?”

“You’ve done it. You’ll do it. You’re going to kill us.” “No!” Malachi shot up, a piece of paper stuck to his cheek. He ripped it off, looking around the circular office stood as if a time capsule. He hadn't changed anything yet, but his father's body was burnt, so today was the day. He picked up the paintings he had been keeping for this occasion, all painted by his talented best friend. He pushed his deep auburn hair out of his face and got to work removing some of the paintings, he wouldn't remove all of them, his father didn't need to be scrubbed from the walls.

“Surgat, huh!” Gurudza wakes up sweating and panting with people looking at him anxiously. With haste he wakes up from the bed they laid him, through the crowd of people waiting for him to wake up, on to the caves to scan the drawings on the walls again. “These drawings do not say what happens after Surgat is resurrected!” he speaks to himself, “And who is this other descendant and who are the descendants of Gwanhoya!?” he shouts questioning glaring at the wall.

“Mummy, can we always eat together?” Tessa paused mid-chew. “Not always, sweetheart,” she said gently. “But when we can, we will.” After dinner, they all sat in the living room. Dean pulled out a drawing pad and crayons, sketching away. Tessa helped him draw a house. Pedro watched them, a small smile playing on his lips. Suddenly, Dean turned to them, holding up his drawing. It was a crude but adorable picture—three stick figures under a big sun. “Mummy, Daddy, and me,” he said proudly.

“But did Cameron at least have dinner before he fell asleep?” “Of course. You know he likes his food.” Mackenzie moved to place Calista in the couch, and she noticed the drawing books and pencil crayons around her. “Why don’t you show mommy what you have been doing so far?” Calista smiled eagerly and placed the drawing book on the table, opening it to show some pictures of a small furry dog. As she opened the pages, Makenzie realized that they are all pictures of the same dog. The drawings are so detailed, the colors so realistic, that it would be difficult for anyone else to believe that a four year old drew them.

From the floor, Toby suddenly wanders over holding one of his dinosaur drawings. “Mommy.” “What?” He lifts the paper toward me proudly. “This one is the annoying man.” I blink and take the drawing automatically. It’s a dinosaur in a suit with tiny angry eyebrows. Malachi immediately loses his composure laughing while Lilith nearly falls off the couch again. Even I choke out a laugh before I can stop myself. Arthur hears the noise through the phone. “What happened?” I stare at the drawing for another second. Then against my better judgment, I take a picture and send it to him. There’s silence on the line for three full seconds.