Novel & Cerita Genshin Impact Drawings

He rushes in and stops at the edge of Adrian’s bed. Adrian’s eyes widen in surprise. “Hey, champ.” Liam pulls out a folded paper from his bag. “I made you a drawing.” Adrian tries to sit up straighter. “Let’s see.” Liam hands it over carefully. It’s a crayon sketch of the three of us—me, Liam, and Adrian—holding hands under a bright yellow sun. There’s even a dog beside us, though we don’t have one. Adrian stares at it, clearly touched. “This is amazing.”

Nodding my head, I replied, “Yes, I understand that you would want to keep your secret hideouts away from me. I would not want to reveal my territory and its secret passages to a stranger either.” Garcia gave a small smile and opened the large paper roll and laid it out on the table. What caught my attention immediately was that it was hand drawn. It wasn’t the printed version that I had in my office or any other alphas that I had met. It was complete with drawings of trees, mountains, rivers, and other small things with names given to each major landmark in nice handwriting. It was beautiful to look at. “Have you created it?” Author's note: I have recently started my I*******m account and t

" As I reached the first floor, Eldar suddenly growled. We felt a surge of rage coming from the main entrance of the academy. Sure enough, I saw Jasher and Genesis walking in, both looking furious. "We need to talk!" Genesis snapped, grabbing my arm. I shrugged casually. "Okay." The three of us walked to the back courtyard of the academy and stood facing each other. Jasher and Genesis both appeared holding back fury. What was going on? "Why did you admit to making those drawings?" Genesis demanded. I folded my arms. "Would you rather face punishment and possibly get expelled?" "I'm not getting expelled!" Genesis scoffed. "Me neither," Jasher added. "At least I wasn't the one who shared them,

Alexander’s POV I know this feeling of drawing someone’s picture when you miss them the most. We drew the curves as if we are touching them. We shade the corner of lips as if they are smiling for us and especially, we live in the moment of our past as if it is playing before us. We draw to stay close, to feel home, to feel safe, to feel their warmth and finally to feel them. I did it once after the death of that woman, after pushing Celia successfully because of my arrogant ass, nonsense judgment and baseless assumptions. I drew how she laughed after running away from the thugs. That was the first ever time I saw her laughing and giving a reaction like that. Back then or the other seconds be

I always lock it before leaving the premises. “But I… Did I…” Brushing it off, I pull the mini door open, and yelp when a heap of papers rains on me as if waiting for me to open it all along. I stay still for a moment, just blinking at the drawings. They’re ugly exaggerated images of me; big head, messy hair, thin legs… I’m as tiny as a doll, while a big guy towers over me, his pants down, and I’m choking on his… What?! My heart drops.

She touched one drawing. "This is the river. This is the buildings. This is the chamber." She moved her hand along the progression. "This is the arrivals. All of it, drawn, in order." She stopped. "And then this." Aria crouched down. The drawing at the end of the sequence was different from the others. Not architectural. Not geographical. Not the specific practical diagrams Elena had used for the physical preparations. A circle. Inside it, two figures. One large. One very small.

Beside the paper and pen lay a thin box with a set of graphic pencils. A drawing kit? I opened the pad immediately and began to draw, the dream pouring through me like water down a cliff. It was vivid and fast, my fingers moving on instinct and guided by the memory that wad etched into my mind. The dizzying swirl of numbers, the images in the holographic screens, the massive glowing codes. I drew it as perfectly as I could, adding the faces of my children. After several minutes, I felt no more inspiration coming, so I sat back and stared at the sketch. My fingers had gone sore, my breathing a bit shallow.

However, she hesitated. Moments later, she grabbed her bag and took out a post-it note and a pen. With her head down, she drew a cartoon on the paper and handed it to Gu Lichen. "Here, take this. I hope you'll feel happier." Gu Lichen glanced at the post-it note in front of him. Although the cartoon on the paper was made up of only a few strokes, it captured the characteristics of his appearance. Especially those phoenix eyes, which made people know it was him at a glance.