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I looked over it again and again as I hoped Chris would love it. It is a realistic drawing of him in black and white. No color pencil was used. He is a suit with his arms folded on each other. He looked so manly with his expressionless face standing there. I made the drawing to his stomach and stopped it there, not drawing further down. It looks like a portrait. I wish I could frame it out before he comes back from work but I won't even be going out today. I glanced up at the time and it was up to an hour before he arrives from work.

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A handful of graphite pens. My fingers curl around the paper. The memory hits me like a physical blow to the solar plexus. The shoe designs. The factory layouts. The stitches. I know exactly how to draw them. I know the exact measurements. I let out a soft, involuntary breath, my lips curving into a wide smile as I stare at the page. "Betty?" The uncertainty in Adriel's voice is like a cold drop of water down my spine. I stiffen, but it is too late. I have already let the smile stay on my face for too long. I turn my head slowly, the drawing pad still clutched tightly against my ribs.

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

"As long as your heavy muscles keep working out hard on the ice rink, absolute zero wolves on the circuit would ever mistake your asset for being my biological father." Ada remains completely speechless over his coffee. COLLINS PARKER POV The exact fraction of a second breakfast fuel concludes, Ada displays the raw design sketches flat on the table for my eyes to analyze. One of the detailed drawings originated from the professional ring designer's office, while the other simple sketch was hand-drawn by Ada’s own claws. After studying both layout options on the paper, my hand ends up pointing directly to Ada’s custom drawing.

“Keep going.” “The logo needs to breathe more. The green is right but it’s too corporate. It should feel like growth, not a quarterly report.” She grabbed a pen from his desk and turned over a loose sheet of paper. “Something like...” She sketched quickly, loose and instinctive, a simple mark that curved upward, open at the top. “Not polished, it should feel organic. Like something that’s actually alive.” She looked up to find him watching her hands. “You drew that in thirty seconds,” he said quietly.

"My abdomen, on the right side.” Lena nodded. "Lovely spot. Let's get started. What design?” She questioned. "I'd like to get 'M' and 'N' in capital letters," I replied, glancing at Malcolm, who watched with interest. Lena smiled. "Cute. What style?" "Cursive," I said, thinking aloud. "Not too big." Lena nodded, scribbling notes on her pad. "Got it.” To prepare, Lena sanitized the area and laid out her equipment.

I wonder what she would come up with next. After a few moments, she finally finished and eagerly called out to me, "Lycan Aaron, can you guess what this is?" Excitedly, she showed me the screen of my phone, revealing her latest creation. I studied the drawing intently, taking in the long oval shape with two balls below and hairs beneath them. At the top, there was a line. Wait. Isn’t that…? “Are you crazy?” I asked, frowning. “Why are you drawing a man’s d*ck?”

Powerful. “You’ll do,” he said evenly. Gabriel yanked her toward the door. The asymmetrical straps of her silver dress hung unevenly on her shoulders, apparently threatening to fall at any moment to reveal her amazing breasts. He knew it was only a cunning artifice of design, but as they walked towards the guests, and he heard the sound of her six-inch-high silver stiletto heels beside him, Gabriel watched men get whiplash from turning their heads to gawk at her.