Funtime Foxy Drawings Novels & Stories

And on the other side, there is a wall filled with paintings, one that looked like it was painted by a small child. There were more pictures of the little girl and the two Doctors all over the house. I stepped closer to the wall filled with picture and looked at each one. Each paper was swarmed with bright colors. Some were stick figures of a family and others were better versions of those figures. There are always three figures in all of the papers. One is super large and one is medium. The last one was super tiny. On some of the papers, the kid had tried to attempt to draw a giant fur ball that had eyes legs and arms, it looked a lot like a bear, and a smaller wolf.

Xander begins to wonder, raising his brow curiously at the random waves that Vanessa is drawing. “I feel like it’s a flock of birds.” Romeo notes. “Nah. That’s not birds.” I say with a shake of my head. “That’s obviously a fart. BABE, you suck at this.” We are standing near Xander, and I can see that he is fighting the urge not to turn back and glare at us. There’s no doubt that he can hear Romeo and I making a guess of the drawing along with him. When Vanessa started drawing a big dot at the end of the smoke, I couldn’t help but yell. “Ha! You see!?” I point at the drawing while looking smugly at Romeo. “It’s a butthole, so it's obviously a fart!”

"Only guys pick boring colours. They think it makes them more masculine." "Your favourite colour is silver, how is that any better?" "Because it's not black." This time it was Cassar's turn to roll his eyes. "Okay, what is your favourite animal? You can't say fox." I groaned. Fox was my answer, but I wanted peanut butter. So I smirked up at him. "Cat." Cassar gave me a flat look, but handed over the peanut butter. "Mines a dog. Favourite book?"

Cade pulled away, a wide smirk on his lips as he took in his whimpering, moaning fox. He lightly brushed his hair from his face before he disappeared, grasping his sketchbook before sitting down, his back leaning on his bed. He could see how Victor's legs trembled, though he was unsure if it was from holding the position so long or from his pleasure. "Speak for me, foxy. Are you okay or do you need a break?" "Okay." The word was spoken immediately and pulled a chuckle from his lips as he nodded in understanding.

Michael asked with concern in his voice. “This little girl is trying to kill me,” I hissed. I stared at the pictures that Zoe sent me of her floating on a giant unicorn float with English by her side. She was wearing a sexy little red bathing suit. Zoe actually sent multiple photos in various poses making sure that I caught a glimpse of her glorious ass. I was hard as shit and I didn’t even care if my brother saw.

The unicorn backpack was thrown on the sofa, next to a sheet of paper covered in colorful drawings — a blue unicorn, a yellow star, a figure that might be her father, might be a horse, might be both. “Mommy!” She ran to me, her little arms open, and I caught her in the air, pressing her against my chest with more force than usual. I felt her little heart beating fast, her small warm body, the smell of children’s shampoo in her hair. I closed my eyes for a second, just feeling her. “Hi, my love.” “We made unicorn drawings today! The teacher let us use blue paint! And Sofia made a castle, but mine turned out prettier.”

"You drew this before you met me?" He just smiles. "And this is you," he says to Fulvio. And sure enough, there's a giant wolf fighting another giant wolf. He has drawn the one's fur in orange and the other's a blue-black.

Max asked, his hands busy hugging a large box of new drawing supplies. "What, baby?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't wait for my answer before continuing. "I'm going to draw a tall mountain, a big ship, and a dinosaur that's friends with a robot!" he squealed with delight, his eyes sparkling. "I have lots of drawing paper now, Mommy. Doctor Jacob is so cool. He gave me all this!" I chuckled, shaking my head lightly. "Be careful not to use too much of your paper, Max. You should save some for later."

“You started homework, got bored, switched to drawing, got bored again, and moved on to your tablet?” Annie grinned sheepishly. “I was waiting for you. Math is more fun when you explain it.” “Nice save,” I chuckled, gathering up the scattered papers. “But flattery won’t get you out of fractions today.” I found her math workbook beneath a pile of sketches—surprisingly good drawings of wolves running through forests. Annie had talent beyond her years, capturing movement and emotion in just a few pencil strokes. “These are really good,” I told her, setting aside the artwork carefully. “You should show these to your dad.”

Do you want me to open it myself? After the "gifts" of fucking Harry, he personally developed a sickly phobia, his palms sweated, even if he unwrapped a gift from his mother at Christmas. "I don't think there's a bomb," she smiled. Austin sniffed excitedly at the hole in the box, scratched it with his paw. Kit knelt down before sending, pulled the ends of the ribbons, untying them, lifted the cardboard lid and covered her mouth with her hand - two round, attentive, dull blue eyes looked at her from the box. Fishing a fat, furry, terribly serious puppy out of the box, she hugged him to her chest. Tears rolled down their cheeks. The card was attached to the collar: