Duck Drawing Cute Novels & Stories

Knowing Elijah, he was probably somewhere buying time, waiting to strike again when we least expected. “Daddy, look!” Jackson’s voice broke through my thoughts. He held up a crooked drawing of what looked like a wolf—or maybe a dog. His little hands were smudged with crayon, his face beaming with pride. I forced a smile, ruffling his hair. “That’s amazing, buddy. Is that me?”

Celia's POV As much as he feels uncomfortable,I find it funny and constantly laughing watching his face. We three are sitting before the TV watching rhymes. Especially, the 'Old McDonald had a farm' and 'Five little ducks' which are both little Cayden's favourite. I think it's the twenty fifth time listening to those rhymes and Alexander already became pale. "How the hell did he got all kind of animals at one farm?" He commented. He would say, "The dog, cats, cows, sheep, ducks, chickens and what not. Why don't you raise a lion and a wolf too, Mr.Mcdonald ? "

Cried my eyes out when they called me an ugly duckling. Now? I turned my back and walked away. Riley was right there, following me. "So, it's official? You're done with him?" he asked. "Kinda saw that coming. Anyway, you free tonight? I'll treat you dinner." He grinned, all golden-retriever energy, but I didn't bite. Dating wasn't on my radar right now. ... That evening, when I got back from self-study, Kenneth was waiting outside my dorm. He held a bouquet of white lilies, all polished and gentlemanly.

Countless naughty short hairs were hanging down, sticking to her face that was as white as jade. She was holding a few toy ducklings in her hands and playing the game Ducklings and Duck Mother. While Jeremy was making trouble at the side and Carolina was so angry and kept scolding him.

“I don’t know how to draw. This isn’t working.” Darryl buries his face in his hands in frustration as he lets Goldie stare at his chicken scratch scribbles on the notepad. He had spent around two hours trying to draw a man shoving Goldie’s head into a bucket of water, but he can’t quite figure out the anatomy and physics behind it. Goldie tosses the notepad back to him and gives him a thumbs-up, only to receive a scowl from the other male.

"Pfff.. puwapuwahaha! His name is Dick! Yours is Butt! Who the hell Are your parents! Fuck them! Haha! What a name.. dick!" *giggles... "Dick and Butt! Haha! You seem more like friends then. Haha!" Luis Park can't stop laughing. The names of these two God's made him laughed! Yet... This God, a God who looked like a Duck is boiling! He was beat in red! "Oh, oh!" Butt felt something is wrong with the air. "Master stop laughing or else...*paused.." But warned his master but he still keeps laughing. "HAHAHA!"

"Let's see some dryad ass! Give us the siren!" "Yeah, quit jerkin' us around, Drew! I wanna see some succubus pussy! " "DJ said she's like a quarter elf or something!" Mousy—I mean, Drew—squeaked, pointing at me as I tried to get momentum enough to pull off a Teddy. What was I, a zoo animal? "See her eyes! They're all types of fucked up!"

He's beaming. "Mommy! Daddy! The ducks are so cute! They have babies! Little baby ducks! They're so fluffy! They're so yellow! Can we get a duck? A baby duck? Please? Please, please, please? I'll take care of it! I'll feed it! I'll walk it! I'll love it forever!" "A duck?" "A pet duck! I want a pet duck! I'll name him Ducky! Or Quackers! Or Sir Feathers!"

I never once thought he knew. He then smiled, and it was a hundred times brighter than the moonlight. Finally, he turned his head to me, and I became lost in his glowing yellow eyes. I thought it was a dream, but when I woke up, I found myself cuddling his furry and gigantic beast in a cave. ****** It was time for me to go home after spending the night with him. I watched as he shifted into his second striking form. It was so fast that my normal sight was unable to catch up with it. I turned my back as he was naked.

His little wolf’s revenge is unbearable. He opened the journal again and laughed, caressing the cartoon drawings she drew. A picture of chameleon with it’s head chopped and a crying wolf with a dagger stabbed in it’s heart. He knew who she was representing from the drawings. It still humours him whenever he remembers Klara mentioning Cecelia as chameleon. Only she could come up with such funny nicknames. She calls Dylan a bald head and Milo as crooked nose and calls him as Moron. Silly woman.