Hestia Drawings Novels & Stories

The next several pages were all about the different cities in hell, and what to expect from each city, the creatures that dwelled there, the habitats they all lived in, and what they contributed to hell, as well as the highest ranked household and it's respective head or council member. I wanted more on Hades, more on the King himself and his history, but I had to stop looking through because a particular drawing of some kind drew my attention. My fingers traced on the drawing, I was completely mesmerized by what I was seeing, at the same time a huge sense of doom completely enveloped me. There was a female, or what I thought was a female, and I could see her back, she was completely naked a

Avery looked up, startled for a moment before her face softened with a smile of her own. “Just a little more,” she admitted. “I was going through the Book of Hestia, trying to understand more about the connection between fire and healing.” I stepped behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders, beginning to knead the tension out of them. “You’ve done enough for today, love. You should rest.” She hummed softly, leaning into my touch. “I will… soon. There’s just so much to learn.” As I continued to massage her shoulders, I noticed her doodling something familiar on the corner of her book. A swirling blue flame. “What’s that?” I asked, curious.

"Beat him up or something? Wouldn't be the first time." He takes a long breath in, causing me to lift an eyebrow. "No." "I-" A knock travels through the door and I sit up from his lap. "Come in." Nicholas says. The door opens and Stasia comes in with a large smile, holding a drawing. "Oh, you're here." She waves at me and comes over to the bed. "I made this for you. Please keep it safe." She hands him the drawing and I look at it, seeing that it's of the two of them in front of their house. Wow, her artistic skills are amazing.

I arranged all I've drawn, observing it all, shocked to see that all I've drawn are the female in my life, from Fiona to Caramel, to Mom, to Josette even stupid Lizabeth and as weird as it is, I drew her too, I didn't even know I remembered every detail of her beautiful face vividly, her brown flowing hair and her gunmetal grey eyes, perfect description of her, of Lia, I wonder how she is now. I ruffled my hair as I got up, realizing I'm hungry and I'm certain Kai won't be around, even if he is, he's not talking to me, not that I blame him though, and even if we are on the same page, his food are the last thing I would ever taste on this planet. I packed my tools back, but I couldn't pack th

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and said, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like afte

“Alrighty then. Just take a seat and I’ll be right back with some designs.” Althea and I settle onto a sleek black couch while I take in the parlor’s atmosphere. The other artists work with practiced ease, their few clients either wincing slightly, chattering or staring into space as the needles glide over their respective skin. There’s something oddly peaceful about it—the way the buzzing and the quiet concentration merge into a steady rhythm. Bailey returns, flipping open a binder of custom designs. “So, what are you thinking, honey?” I glance at Althea before turning my gaze to the many artistic and creative designs on the pages but almost immediately, my gaze lands on the drawing of a ph

Come on, answer me. There was silence. The only thing Hestia could hear was the sound of Grace's even breathing. Hestia paused, then took Grace's hand and smiled. "Rest, then. You've had a long day," she said. Grace slept well that night. The next day, she woke up early and followed Hestia to the photography exhibition. Hestia wasn't just the mother of Xander Fulton, the president of Fulton Group. She was also Sunny, one of the top three travel bloggers on Instagram.

she suggested, her voice carrying just enough to be heard over the fading music. "The hall is wonderful, but sometimes even paradise needs a moment of quiet." "I'd love that," Lysander agreed readily, setting aside his sketchbook which was now filled with images from the evening's celebrations – portraits of gods and mortals sharing meals, musicians lost in their craft, children chasing fireflies that had somehow found their way into the great hall. The pages were smudged with charcoal and wine, but each drawing held the same life and warmth that had filled the room all night.

For a moment, the usual hardness in his expression faded as he stared at the drawings. He raised a finger and pointed at the first figure. “This one is the Luna holding Gab,” he said softly. Then he pointed to the figure beside her. “And this one… that’s you.” I stared at the rough sketches on the wall. Even with simple charcoal lines, the drawing somehow captured the protective way I always stood. “And this is Henry,” Julius continued, moving his finger to the next figure. “And these two have to be Alpha Stone and Mr. D. And this one…”

"Mmm... Hecate..." Hestia sighed as I gently nipped her neck, leaving a mark. Hestia is wearing a simple grey sundress. I pulled the sleeve down to her waist, unhooked her strapless bra, then throw it across the room. It's been so long since I tasted Hestia's delicate body. I wanna savor this moment. I gently took one of her nipples inside my mouth. Hestia gasps as I gently bit her nipple. While I toy with her other nipple with my hands. Flicking and pinching it and down.