Emo Cute Drawings Novels & Stories

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?”

he says, "In math class. The teacher always has her back to us while she writes stuff on the board and I never understand any of it anyway. So I was just doodling and I wasn't even sure what I was drawing. It was only now that I thought about it. While you were talking about the Rogues and the packs." He points to the panel on the top left where three figures are talking. It's all drawn in black ink but even so I recognize Esme's fluffy hair, Fulvio looking tall and craggy, and me, small next to him. But my hands are on my hips, my expression is fierce and I look like a boss. I really like how Luka draws me. Also, me and Fulvio have wolf ears.

It felt more intimate than if he’d written a sonnet. “Mummy, you’re thinking loud again,” Keila announced from the table, where she was diligently coloring a new picture. This one had two tall, black rectangles. One had a small, yellow circle at the top. The other had a frowny face in the middle. “Sorry, sweetie. What are you drawing?” “This is you at your work,” she said, pointing to the circle-topped rectangle. “That’s your sunshine head.” She pointed to the frowny rectangle. “And that’s your quiet man. He has a poorly heart.”

The adorable scowl that overcame her face was something I couldn't help smiling at, "You think you're so funny? Do you think you're the young Jim Carrey or something?" "I think I'm the handsome version of him," I corrected, plucking the pen out of her hair. "This is so boring," I drawled as I began to doodle in my notepad. The first thing that came to mind was a little angel with big doe eyes and curly hair. Drawing a neat arrow to the corner, I labeled the drawing 'Angel face' before sliding it over to her. She analyzed the drawing, grabbing a pencil that laid on her side of table to scribble something in reply. When she was done, she slid the page over to me and waited drifted her attentio

Lucian Voss I was still holding the paper in my hand long after the door closed behind me. I didn’t even realize it at first, but my fingers had tightened around it like I was afraid of letting it go. It was a child’s drawing, done in crayon, the lines uneven and rough. There were three stick figures. One tall figure was labeled “Mr. Lucian.” The next was a woman with long hair, drawn with wide strokes and labeled “Mama.” Between them stood a small boy with messy curls and a wide smile. He had no label because I didn’t need one.

Justin has a pencil drawing of Olima's pretty face before, and all his drawings of her were all pretty. He wished he could bring her into his bedroom and show her all the silly images of her that he had drawn out before he brought her to live in their guest house. Justin usually draws images of Olima, both pencil and oil paintings of her smiling face, her sad face, and how her big brown eyes shine at him in surprise. He drew a recent image of her too, and he couldn't wait for her to fully mature, as he plans to draw a nude image of her too.

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.

" I was intrigued to learn more. The gaze of his dark eyes lowered to the depth of the hill, and he smiled once more, leaving me no choice but to stare at his attractive fangs. "Other than being immortal. I can sense emotion in humans without them telling me how they feel. I'm just a beast hiding in human skin. Other than my human skin, there's nothing human about me, not even my smile, for werewolves can't show a smile in the way humans do. From a younger age, we mimic human behavior to blend in amongst your kind until it grows on us, knowing when to use them. But we do give a candid grin--which looks like a smile. It means we are no harm and are trying to be friendly."

Some of their parents had stood silent while it happened. But they were children. Innocent. "Luna Sera!" Little Emma Martinez, seven years old, came running up with a drawing. "Look what I made!" It was a crayon picture of a white wolf, clearly meant to be me, standing under a full moon. "It's beautiful, Emma." I knelt to her level, genuinely touched. "Is that me?" "Yes! The teacher said, You have the prettiest wolf form in the whole pack. Can I see it someday?"

Mercedes' POV “Can I see?” I asked Carter who shrieked and hud his paper behind his back. “Carter what's wrong? You've been drawing for hours, can I see?” I asked again but the little boy shook his head. “Why not?” I inquired. “I'm not yet done,” he replied. “Carter never shows me his drawings and he laughs at mine.” Penelope pouted as she rose her paper and showed me her drawing. There were four stickmen, two bigger ones on either side while two smaller ones stood in the middle smiling as they held their hands together.