Draw This In Your Style Novels & Stories

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

Nodding my head, I replied, “Yes, I understand that you would want to keep your secret hideouts away from me. I would not want to reveal my territory and its secret passages to a stranger either.” Garcia gave a small smile and opened the large paper roll and laid it out on the table. What caught my attention immediately was that it was hand drawn. It wasn’t the printed version that I had in my office or any other alphas that I had met. It was complete with drawings of trees, mountains, rivers, and other small things with names given to each major landmark in nice handwriting. It was beautiful to look at. “Have you created it?” Author's note: I have recently started my I*******m account and t

she said softly, "I made this for you." I looked down. The cardboard was covered in crayons. A badly drawn sun occupied one corner. Stick figures stood beneath it. One had dark curls that were obviously meant to be Rose. Another had long hair for Selene. The tallest figure stood between them. Me. Above the drawing, written in crooked, uneven letters, were words that made something tighten painfully inside my chest. My Family.

Her bow-shaped lips were painted in sand pink. Her naturally straight and smooth blonde hair was curled into beach waves and was dutch halo braid. She was wearing a white double zipper Korean style lapel crop top with short-sleeved high waist slim pencil pants. With her exquisite facial features, model-like tall, slender body, and her effortless sense of style, it's not a wonder she captivates attention. My smile only flattered when I saw her frustration-filled features. I think I have a very clear picture of why she is so infuriated.

Dimitri turned around, brows lifting slightly. Zoe walked over, all four feet of her confidence on full display, and handed it up to him. He looked down at the drawing. Three stick figures stood in front of a black square labeled "HOME". One had long curls. One had a crown. The third had very sharp shoulders and icy blue eyes drawn in clumsy marker. Above them, Zoe had drawn a yellow sun with a big smile and the word "US" in careful, crooked letters. Dimitri held the paper like it might explode.

He sat. He looked at the star Liam had drawn at the top of the fresh page. He looked at her. He picked up the crayon. He looked at the page. He began to draw. She watched him. He drew slowly. He drew nine figures first. The same nine. All of them. Then he drew a tenth. Small. In the space below the seventh. He gave it curly hair because Ada's curls deserved to be there from the beginning. He looked at the name in the seventh figure's space.

I didn't want this but I made a promise. He looks at the menu ready to order. He brought me to an expensive restaurant lucky for me I have a friend that loves the dress. I dare not to look at the menu, could imagine how expensive the dishes are. "Aren't you going to look at the menu to see what you want to order?" He asks. "I'm not hungry-" sudden my stomach start to growling, I felt my cheeks heated. Why know? "So your not hungry huh?" "I...I" "If your worry about the bills, forget it, this restaurant is mine anyway, order whatever you like," he said.

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

I felt my cheeks flush, so I looked away and fixated my eyes on my drawing. "I can't find my style, Love," I confessed, and I felt frustrated. Yes, I can draw, but I can't seem to find my style. I want to put my personal touch on whatever I draw so that when people look at my artwork, they can tell that it was drawn by me. "You don't have to rush yourself. No one starts as a pro," he said, the same thing that Lucas had said to me. Guilt washed over me again as I remembered Lucas.

I turned off the internet and put on my offline playlist. My whole mind was now focused solely on just one thing: getting the drawing out of my head,onto paper and then turning it into reality. It would be the first play I would produce. Hours passed before I was satisfied with the design. It was a complete suit, in a beige tone, with dark brown details and buttons in an intense caramel color. The shirt was in a flat gray tone with a little metallic detailing that resembled the roof tiles of houses, while the suit and pants resembled walls.