Eyelashes Drawing Novels & Stories

Why can't they just leave me alone? Lily's fingers moved quickly over the screen of her tablet. She was focused, sketching lines, erasing, then drawing again, building the draft piece by piece. The screen was filled with delicate outlines of jewelry, each stroke sharper than before. Her jaw was tight, her eyes dry from staring for so long.

Violet and Oakley need to be here. “UGH. I know but it doesn’t mean I am happy about it.” I say, looking into his deep brown eyes. It's unfair of the goddess to bless a male with such perfect eyelashes. They are jet black and frame his deep eyes perfectly, splaying out over his undereye when he closes them. Any she-wolf would kill for those lashes. He chuckles deeply, sending tingles straight to my already heated core.

Now, she sat here in the mornings, drinking the coffee he made for her—the silent, pathetic peace offering he left on the counter every day, hoping she wouldn't throw it out. He looked at the refrigerator—at the blue circular magnet holding up the three drawings. He wanted his drawing up there so badly it made his chest ache, but he didn't know how to ask without sounding desperate. "What are we drawing, Eli?" "Animals," Eli said, his small hand moving with fierce concentration. "Mrs. Yusuf said to draw our favorites." "How many do we have?" "Three." Eli pointed a small finger. "That's a brachiosaurus. That's Patterson. That's Gerald."

The curves I usually hid were suddenly there. I went to the vanity and picked up the eyeliner. My hands shook at first, but I steadied them. I drew the wings sharp and dark, flicking up at the corners. I added mascara. A touch of something red on my lips. I released my hair from its bun and let it fall in pale waves past my shoulders. I didn't know whom I was trying to impress. I told myself I wasn't trying to impress anyone. “Liar,” my wolf said.

VANESSA My fingertips ghost over the delicate lines of the drawing in my lap, in awe of the painstaking detail that went into every stroke of the pencil to create it. It’s a depiction of me- like every other sketch in this book- and in this one, my eyes are the main feature, crinkled at the edges, a giveaway that I’m smiling even though my fists are tucked in front of my mouth to hide it. My hair frames my face in loose waves, every strand etched with such precision that you can see the movement in the drawing like it’s captured a moment in time.

Eli sat at the table drawing something intense and detailed. “What’s that?” Dominic asked. “Our new family,” Eli said without looking up. Dominic set the plate down beside him. On the paper: Four figures. One tall. One slightly shorter. One small. One smaller still. All holding hands. The tallest one had an exaggerated straight line for a mouth. Dominic frowned. “Do I look that serious?” “Yes,” Eli answered simply. Lila entered moments later and slid into the chair beside them. She studied the drawing. “We look good,” she said.

At that time, eyebrow pencils were soft, so it was difficult for one to draw them. Only scholars who had been writing with a brush for many years could draw beautiful eyebrows. "Why do you need to draw your eyebrows? Aren't you pretty enough without that?" After finishing, Joseph put the brush back into the palette. Waverly looked into the mirror. She was dumbfounded. Her eyebrows had been drawn particularly deep and they were so twisted that they looked like caterpillars, making her look rough and wild. However, Joseph was elated. He put his face close to hers and said, "Do you think I drew them well?"

Because after I was done, I looked down. I saw Angelstar, my wolf, and a beautiful wolf has a midnight color on his tail and under his chest with a shape of a paw on his chest. I knew it was a bigger guy than her and me because they were on the mountain top watching the sky. Then something came to my mind. So I started drawing on the other pad. I was underlining the picture and coloring and shadowy the part of the picture. Once I was done. I gasped and hid my flush face because I had drawn a girl with beautiful platinum blonde hair and purple eyes, but I kept my eyes on her. Oh, my God! The drawing looks just like-

Taking a deep breath, she got out of bed. "Whatever," she shrugged and came to her canvas in the other room, where she decided to continue her sketch. She was so happy it was almost hard for her to go back to sleep. She had been working on it for days and was finally giving the final touches to the eyes, which were green with black pupils, making a perfect match with the curly brown hair. The details and fine lines on the face were very important. They made it look like a real person-a masterpiece. "This is it," she muttered under her breath and smiled at her hard work.

She already had a shape in mind. She leaned over slightly while holding an eyebrow palette that matched Hugo's original eyebrows in one hand and a brush in the other. Then, she drew a simple outline with the eyebrow palette. Colene placed the eyebrow palette and the brush on the table. Then, she pulled out a flat-tip brow liner. She held Hugo's head in place and said, "Don't move." "Alright." She started from the head of the eyebrow and drew it stroke by stroke. Her hand was as steady as a rock. Each stroke was clear and detailed. The eyebrow she drew looked just like the real thing.