Emojis Drawing Novels & Stories

"What are you drawing?" Jaxon's hand moved to cover the page, then stopped. He studied Elijah's face as if weighing something. Finally, he turned the notebook so Elijah could see. The page was covered in symbols. Intricate, looping designs that looked like writing but were not any alphabet Elijah recognized. Some were geometric, all sharp angles and precise lines. Others were organic, curved and flowing like water or wind. They overlapped in places, creating patterns that pulled at the eye. The wolf recoiled.

"I miss him. I want to tell him about school and show him the picture I drew of him." Marianne managed a smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I know, baby. He'll wake up soon, and when he does, he’ll love your drawing." They walked in silence to the car, where Jayson was waiting. Emilio beamed and ran to kiss him on the cheek. Jayson ruffled his hair, smiling warmly. "I made a drawing of us too, Dad," Emilio said, grinning as he handed Jayson the drawing. Jayson’s smile turned into a sad one as he looked at it—it was a picture of himself, Marianne, and Emilio, drawn like a real family.

I pouted. "Nope" "Fine then, if you don't wanna draw me then I'll draw myself" I said and took a pencil. I sat down and face sketch board and started drawing what's in my mind. I finished drawing and I smiled in satisfaction. "Look at my drawing" I said proudly. He turned around and looked at my drawing for a minute then he bursted into laughter. "Why are you laughing?" I asked with a puzzled look. "Your.. drawing is... beautiful" he replied amidst laughter.

I escaped the room with lungs aching, every nerve alight with panic and another emotion I dare not think about. By the time I returned to my temporary office, Emilia was waiting with Johnathan, who clutched a drawing in his small hands. My assistant gave me a sympathetic smile. “He insisted on coming to see you. Said he wanted to give you this before he forgot.” Johnathan ran up, thrusting the paper at me. Crayon lines, uneven but proud. A stick-figure me, him, and a tall man holding our hands. “Do you like it?” he asked, eyes shining.

" 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."

he exclaimed, pulling out a piece of paper and rushing over to show me. I knelt down to get a better look. The drawing was simple, but unmistakable: Joe had drawn himself and Liam standing next to a racecar at the track. Joe’s stick figure had a huge smile on its face, and Liam’s was taller, a bit more detailed, with a cap on his head and a wrench in his hand. “See?” Joe said, pointing. “That’s me, and that’s Liam! We’re fixing the car together. And look, I even drew the racetrack!”

Thank you to all of you 🌵🌊🌨️🐍🙆🌩️🌙 My favourite emojis no cap ~T

Shola sent with sick-looking emojis. "Ooh nooooo... Are you making fun of me !? But it makes sense little witch. When I'm able to make great drawings like you, I'll be able to boast of your pencils as my best teachers... I could put them up for auction if you like ! You naughty devil !" "Oh, I was just teasing you Fèmi, don't take it the wrong way. Of course I'll gladly offer you new pencils if that's what you want. I too started with small beginnings and today I haven't evolved that much either." Shola sent with emojis all red.

’ I found myself thinking. “What do you want, stranger?” I texted back. “How’s my celebrity doing?” he typed, adding a grinning emoji. I smiled at the emoji but sent an angry face. “I’m kinda good,” I added, sending a sad face emoji. “ Oh no…red alert!.. I’m coming to pick you up…get ready!” He replied immediately. “I’m okay Drew.” I texted. No reply. “Drew?” Again, no reply. He hadn’t even read them.

Laughing emoji. Emily read her friend's response and shivered. Her husband was cheating? No, it can't be. It was the weekend and Noah decided to take his family members out on a picnic. Emily and her son suggested that they go to the beach. They swam in the water and played beach volleyball. Noah was a great player and he taught his son how to play these games when he had the chance and during weekends and holidays. They played together for sometime before Liam went off to join other players on the beach. They also played other games like treasure hunt, flying the kite and pictures and videos were taken. It was indeed an exciting day. When they got home and rested, Emily, Liam and Noah decid