Descendants Drawing Mal Novels & Stories

Daniel stared at it, something sinking in his stomach. The drawing showed a stick figure with long hair and a big smile. Below it, in careful, childish letters: "MAMA." No other figures. Just Alina. "When I asked who this was, Junior immediately said 'Mama Alina.' Then I asked, 'Who else is in your family?' And he said, 'Just Mama.'" Daniel stared at the drawing, unable to speak. "I probed deeper. Asked about Papa, about grandmother, about Mama Rissa who I heard recently returned. And Junior drew this."

Even if I never get to be free again… at least she can. I look down at the drawing in my hand. The crayon lines are uneven, bright, and a little messy. But I can tell she worked hard on it. It’s just the two of us. Me and Bailey. Stick figures standing side by side with our arms outstretched, a little heart between us, and a wolf pup curled at our feet. No father. No man looming behind us. No second name scribbled at the corner. She doesn’t draw Enzo.

"Mommy! Daddy! Look! I drew our family!" Sabrina took the paper and smiled. It was a crayon drawing of her, Benedict, and Saben holding hands, with a big sun and hearts surrounding them. "This is beautiful, baby." Benedict ruffled his son's hair. "Nice work, buddy." Saben beamed. "I also drew Uncle Morales!" Benedict groaned. "You just had to invite him, didn't you?" Saben giggled. "Yep!" Penelope snickered. "Well, this just got interesting."

Michael grinned, shoving his paper at the laptop’s screen like he wanted to pass it through to her, knocking it off my lap. “Michael!” I shouted, catching it before it fell off. “Don’t put it on the screen again. Just hold it in front of it. She’ll see it.” “Okay,” He nodded and shifted his hands back, allowing us to see her face again. “See my drawing. This is my papa, my mama, Leon, me, Nathan, and Yuki. One big happy family.” “Oh, my sweet heaven! That’s the most beautiful drawing I have ever seen.” She gasped, placing her hand on her lips. I caught a little tear hanging at the corner of her eyes. “A big happy family indeed.”

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

Hazel ran toward them carrying her drawing. "Want to see it?" "Of course." The little girl handed him the paper. Dante accepted it carefully. Then froze. Because the drawing showed four people. Aurora. Darius. Hazel. And beside them... One extra figure. A man labeled in large, childish letters: UNCLE DANTE Hazel pointed proudly at the drawing. "That's you." Dante stared at it for a long moment. Then asked softly, "Why am I there?" Hazel looked confused by the question.

My soulmate who would always protect me. "You're still awake." The pencil falls from my hand when I hear Malachi's voice. "Yeah, I- I...I wanted to draw. It calms me down. You know, after such the crazy day we had..." I trail off and casually flip the page to a less fantastic picture I'm working on. The mansion, with the trailing vines and beautiful pillars, and a princess in one of the gilded spires. Malachi joins me on his bed and looks over my shoulder. "Nice work. You can draw so well."

After I talked about Kenzo's painting. So the ending imbisss that I took a snack, I fell down on the carpet and stared at my ceiling. I totally lost my appetite. End of flashback Maybe we can bond. I mean, I'll teach her how to draw properly so that she doesn't just draw people with sticks. And maybe painting too, since I see here she also likes arts. I was looking at her art works and I didn't notice that I had already browsed through Yelena's sketch book, because I saw on the last page there was a family drawing again with the stick people who were drawing holding hands. This time, it's not just one guy in the drawing, there are two of them. A taller man, then I wrote on the chin... Daddy.

I place her back down on her feet, crouching down to her level, so we can look at what she has in hand together. " Oh, a gold star!" I gasp, widening my eyes in a surprised manner. " Ms Martin said my drawing is pretty." " I agree, it is so pretty. So tell me, who did you draw?" " My family." " Ooh, I see mommy, daddy, daddy C, granny and grandpa, granny Jane and - what's wrong my sweet?" I ask, pulling her closer, when I see a small frown on her forehead. " Ms Martin didn't understand, when I told her I have daddy and daddy C."

The corporate situation had kept them busy all day. But the moment they stepped inside, the tension melted away. Aiden ran toward them immediately. “You’re late!” Aria followed, holding a drawing. “Look what we made!” May knelt down. The drawing showed a stick-figure family standing under a big sun. Four figures held hands. “This is beautiful,” May said warmly. Damien crouched beside her. “Who’s this tall one?” he asked. “That’s you,” Aiden said proudly. “And this is Mommy,” Aria added.