Fluffy Drawings Novels & Stories

"Mommy! See I drew this." Sweety showed me her drawing. “What baby?” I bought the book from her hand and was astonished by seeing her drawing skills. "Wow!! It's beautiful." I was mesmerized by the beauty of her drawing. "Baby, did you draw this?" I asked once again to confirm whether I heard her correctly. "Yeah!!!" She shook her head excitedly. I drew my hand over the picture, an unknown smile grew on my face. She painted of her, her daddy, and her mommy with Swollen stomach. It seems real as I can see our future through this.

My voice flat. “You do not joke with things like that young man.” Mom says to Dorian. Cassian changes the talk fast. “Cupcake,” he says. “Show Uncle Vor your new painting.” Lila jumps down. She runs to her bag. Brings back a paper. Crayon colors bright. A big house. Stick figures. “This is us,” she says. “You are the tall one. See? You have no smile.” I look. The stick me stands stiff. No mouth line. Everyone else has big grins. My chest tightens.

[Hyacinth] The card is hand drawn in crayon with a drawing of a wolf next to a child on the front that looks a bit more like a dog than a canine. Inside it reads "From your secret admire-were" signed in a childish hand "You know who." Bash and Drew must have stopped by to cheer me up.

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

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

Lottie's POV I watched as Fluffy approached me, her head nudging at my stomach gently. A cute sound bubbled from her throat. A warm sensation spread through me as Fluffy's touch seemed to resonate with the pups stirring inside me. It was as if they recognised the hellhound's presence, responding with gentle flutters. I couldn't explain how, but despite the cuffs suppressing my abilities, this connection brought me a glimmer of relief. For a moment, the fear and uncertainty faded, replaced by a comforting sense of unity.

That one stung. I brushed a stray curl from her cheek. “What are you drawing?” She hesitated, then flipped the page toward me. It was a sketch of three stick figures. One was tall with black hair, one with long brown hair, and one small in the middle holding both their hands. Ryan. Me. Her. My throat tightened. “That’s beautiful, Molly.” She shrugged. “I was bored.” Claire appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, that look on her face, the one that meant she’d been thinking about something serious.

It was most likely because she had been away for too long this time. At this moment, right as she put down her phone after chatting with Sherry, Flint’s little head peeked out from her side, and his hand held up a piece of drawing paper. “Mommy, this is the drawing I just finished.” He looked at her with bright and shining eyes, his face looking like it was begging for praise. Sylvia smiled and took the drawing into her hand. There was no sense or skill in the drawing. It was all kinds of different colors and shapes gathered in one space, so she did not know what he was trying to draw. However, the colorfulness was full of childishness and was very cute.

I murmur trying to keep my voice calm. Lily beams up at me. "That's great! Wanna draw with us?" She hops around me a pair of russet-colored ears appearing on top of her head. I also see a fluffy tail wagging behind her. "We're making some for Mama and Papa!" Davin nods shyly. "T-they're busy with the bad wolves so... I think it will be nice for them." He says and looks down at his drawing. "S-so... why not join us?" He looks back up at me with wide purple eyes.

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v