How To Draw Female Eyes Anime Novels & Stories

Firm. I closed my eyes. I tried to paint in my mind. The lines were still wrong. I opened my eyes. She was licking my underarm now. Her tongue traced the muscle. The hair. The scent of me. She moaned against my skin. Her hand never stopped stroking my cock. I reached for the sketchpad beside the bed. Charcoal in my other hand. I started to draw her. The line came out clean. Sharp. Alive. I drew her eyes. The way they looked up at me. Endearing. Devoted. I drew her mouth. The way her lips wrapped around my balls. I drew her hair. The way it fell across her shoulder as she licked my underarm.

Can’t‍ stop crying. “She looks like‌ Ay​an‍a,” David obs‌erves. “Aro‍u‌nd the e‌yes.” ‍He’s righ​t. Kiya h‌as​ Ayan​a’s eyes. The same shape, the‍ same dep⁠th. “A​ll our girls have th‍o​se​ eyes,” Amon says. “Must be a Nakitende tryai​t from S⁠arah‍’s side.”

A pulsating warmth stirred within my dick, my desire growing increasingly evident beneath my clothing. Gently, I disentangled myself from her embrace, my eyes drawn to her face. She was truly breathtaking, a vision of beauty that captivated me. As my gaze lingered on her features, I invoked my 'fiery eyes' ability. In response, crimson, see-through marks materialized on her skin—one gracing her ear, another resting on her upper lip, and a third tucked away on the side of her neck, inviting my attention.

She made dozens of sketches but was not satisfied with any of them. Not to mention the face, the ten male leads all have the same face, all are cold handsome men, the problem is the body and eyes. The author created the male protagonist to have sharp, cold eyes, but inside he hides loneliness and resentment. His attitude is also a bit contradictory, both indifferent and cold but also indescribably warm. Her combination of conflicting attitudes makes her very difficult to draw. Normally she draws either cold and indifferent or warm like sunlight, but she has never drawn such a conflicted male protagonist.

“Are you ok?” “Oh… ummm…” She lifts herself up onto her elbows. “Yeah… I’m just…” She rests her weight on her hands and looks up at me. I never noticed that her glasses make her eyes look even larger than they already are, almost like an anime character. I study her, the way her glasses are sitting on her nose, the way loose hairs escape from her hastily put up bun. She’s worrying her lip, a sadness in her eyes. Or is it something else?

she beams as she sits down on the chair and takes her notebook and pencil. "You like swimming?" I ask, watching her doodling again on her notebook. I feel like I won't get tired of watching her. The longer I look, the more I realize why she is beautiful. She has long eyelashes that whenever she blinks or gazes, her eyes become more dreamy and gorgeous. Her childlike facial expressions are making me crazy. Like, right now, she is pouting her lips as she concentrates on something.

“We are so sorry we spilled your tea. Can we make it up to you by doing your make-ip to make you even more beautiful?” Susan stops twirling her hair around her fingers. She smacks her gum and rolls her eyes again. “I guess,” she sighs. “It can’t get any worse.” The babies jump and down in excitement. Lottie steps up to Susan. “Close your eyes,” she gently tells her. Erbao gently brushes bright blue eyeshadow from her eyelids to her eyebrows. Lottie puts bright red lipstick around her lips. Ezra uses eyeliner to draw flowers and butterflies on her cheeks.

Her perfect body seems elegantly beautiful as if it was meant for only her. Unlike Melissa, who still had her black Leotard and nothing else. No pants, no bra, no slippers just that! Her red hair had spikes like she just fought with the walking dead! She looks wide like a warrior princess, originated from an anime character. Her big brown eyes look slightly swollen and red, the aftereffect of crying for long. Her cheeks were also red, obviously hot red! Her palms and finger look slightly bruised same as her neck and healing cuts at the corner of her lips.

“Do you think you could write down a description of him?” She picked up the pen and started dragging it along the surface of the paper. I let her work at it undisturbed for a while, watching as she concentrated. She sat back in the cushions, pulling her feet up to use her knees for support. She would occasionally reach up to push away a curl that had fallen in her face or close her eyes as if she was trying to visualize a certain detail. I didn’t realize how mesmerized I was until she looked up and handed me the notepad. I cleared my throat and took it from her hand. I looked at the paper to see a drawing of a lycan.

VANESSA My fingertips ghost over the delicate lines of the drawing in my lap, in awe of the painstaking detail that went into every stroke of the pencil to create it. It’s a depiction of me- like every other sketch in this book- and in this one, my eyes are the main feature, crinkled at the edges, a giveaway that I’m smiling even though my fists are tucked in front of my mouth to hide it. My hair frames my face in loose waves, every strand etched with such precision that you can see the movement in the drawing like it’s captured a moment in time.