Illustrated Novels & Stories

He looks carefully at the abstract art he's drawing, "What is the theme? Mind telling me?" Tom picks up a small brush and takes some yellow color from the palette, staring at the drawing. "After a long time of struggle, a bird freed itself from its cage, it came to know the taste of freedom. It knew very well the world inside the cage, but what it didn't know was the outside world. The taste of freedom was very unique, until it drifted into the danger of unknown, foreign outside world, 'cause it was nothing like inside of the bars," he grazes the yellow color slowly.

Henlo Bebu's AALLEEXXIIIAANDRRIA here. I'm just here to tell you guys na, ILLICIT II is coming out soon. ILLICIT II is Alexia Kyle Davis Baltazar story, Skye and Adeline's daughter. I'll be posting chapter 1 to 5 maybe next month and manifest that GN will approve and sign my new story. a little spoiler, "I wanna love you so bad Alexia but our love is wrong and forbidden."

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I'm only 15 DAMN years old! These things are not for me! These things shouldn't be for me! Yet I didn't say anything anyway, because I had chosen to come and it was known that the illegal world did not have the same rules as the life of citizens. Visibly annoyed by the fact that I did not stay close to him, Melz unceremoniously pulled me out of my numb state and led me firmly towards one of the counters where there was a small crowd holding out their hands full of money towards one or other names which appeared on a huge painting nailed against the wall or should I say the sheet metal of one of the numerous containers allowing the creation of a place as isolated but nevertheless clever as th

Jumia is fair in complexion, he is a bit chubby, his hair and beard are black, and he has a dark brown eye and a broad-shaped face. “Bring out your English textbook and turn to page fourteen" We did as he said before the principal called him to her office.

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I wondered where they all were. We entered another room, the floor sloping gently downward, and I gasped. This small room was filled with treasures. It was a working museum, and they were all encased carefully behind glass. Right there before me, under sharp, halogen lights, were what must have been hundreds of millions of dollars’ worth of ancient, priceless treasures. Gold crosses. Large, silver goblets. Medieval manuscripts…. I followed Caleb as he walked through the room and stopped before a long, vertical, glass case. Inside was a magnificent ivory staff, several feet long. He stared at it through the glass.

Exiting the school I went straight towards the school bus. As I did, I heard a loud vrooming sound of a motorbike. I turned towards the sound to see Connor sitting on his motorbike; both of his hands were on the handlebars, and he was wearing his helmet. His head faced me, and though he wore his dark helmet, I could feel his powerful gaze all over my skin, indicating that he was looking at me. The sound of the bike was his way of gaining my attention.