Hestia Drawings Novels & Stories

I picked up the next drawing, and paused. It was a messy picture of a woman wearing glasses. I blinked, then raised an eyebrow, pointing to myself. “Is… is that me?” Hannah nodded quickly, her fingers twisting together. “Y-yes,” she said nervously. “Is it good?” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. I pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. “Yes. It’s perfect.” She smiled, clearly relieved, her body relaxing against mine. I continued flipping through the drawings, my smile still lingering, until I reached the last one. My hands stilled as I looked at the drawing of four people.

The door of Stacy's room had nothing to do with it. She drew a lot of drawings, and she was a little tired, so she lay down on the table to rest. Later, she fell asleep unconsciously. Thera rolled the wheelchair a little lighter. When she reached the bed, she found that Stacy was asleep. He reached out his hand to pick up the drawing she drew on the table. The tip of the pen was delicate and smooth. He could see that it was just a draft, but her idea and design could be seen at a glance. What she wanted to express was.

They were completely absorbed in their artwork. "Hi, Xai," I said, offering a friendly smile, but she didn't even glance up. Guess she gets that from Francis. Tsk. "What are you drawing?" I asked, peering at her creation. It was a family tree, with three men labeled Tito, Kuya, and Daddy, and a girl labeled with her name: Xai Reign. I immediately noticed that someone was missing.

"Mama. Look at the east tower. I fixed the load distribution." She came in and looked at the east tower and made the appropriate sounds of appreciation and asked the appropriate questions and Luca answered them with the thoroughness of an architect receiving a peer review. Lena looked up from her drawing and held it out without speaking. Elara took it. It was a drawing of two figures, small and detailed for a four-year-old's work. Standing in what appeared to be a large space, possibly a building, surrounded by other small figures. The two central figures were slightly larger than the others. Lena had used silver for them.

Though Alpha Valor was 1000 years old, he looked in his early 30s. None of them looked their age. His mother, Luna Emmaline, looked in her 20s, the second leader of his family's small pack. She has blonde hair. The greenest eyes I'd seen. She's also tall but not as tall as the male and has a voluptuous body. All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me.

That evening, Hazel walked into their bedroom carrying a sketchbook. "I'm finished." Aurora accepted it. On the first page was a drawing of their family. Aurora. Darius. Hazel. And two tiny babies drawn almost exactly alike. Both of them were wearing ribbons. Aurora smiled. "Why are they both wearing ribbons?" Hazel looked confused. "Are they not supposed to?" Darius leaned over to look at the drawing. "What if they're both boys?" Hazel froze. The little girl stared at her own drawing.