Jaiden Animations Fan Art Mga Nobela at Kwento

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

The walls were actually made of concrete and not of mortar and brick like the castles of old. I stared at the floor and frowned in confusion at the straw beneath my feet. “The hay adds a nice touch I think. Makes our captives feel like they somehow time traveled to the Dark Ages.” My eyes were quickly drawn to the source of the voice. All I could do was glare at him. It was the stranger from the beach. There were so many questions I wanted him to answer, so many curses I wanted to blurt out, but I held my tongue. Considering my predicament and my very limited mobility, irking my captor didn’t seem like the wisest thing to do.

Kelvin was astounded at the sight of this scene. “Aiden? Aiden looked back upon hearing the noise. At the sight of Kelvin, his expression relaxed a bit, and he held up the paintings in his hand. These were crayon paintings that Aiden often makes. He couldn't speak and gas limited vocabulary, so there were many instances where he needed to express complicated messages through his drawings. The first painting shows a lacy feeding a kid, whose happiness was evident from the smile on his face. The second painting shows a lady holding the kid's hand as they were about to go outside happily. A castle in an amusement park was drawn inside a cloud-shaped circle above their heads.

I ignored Jenna and focused back on the man meters away from me. Aidan had on a plain white round-neck shirt, paired with loose sweat shorts, exposing his muscular legs and arms. Tattoos covered his exposed biceps, and I inched to have a closer look or a bite. I cautioned myself against any filthy thoughts, but my wolf only purred in defiance. He completed his dressing with white sneakers and a pair of socks that were a little above the ankles. A single chain was on his neck, finishing off his dressing. He looked freaking handsome, hence the females that were currently dropping their panties in his direction. My wolf growled possessively against them.

But aside from that, he was also surprised of one thing. “Jai, look! I got a keychain!” Darrion skipped back to them with a keychain in hand. He pulled it up for everyone to see. The keychain was small. Its height was around two and a half centimeters. It depicted a small person that had black hair and eyes. It had a costume that was similar to what Jai had worn in the semifinals. The small chibi figurine was holding a white reverse Z letter which was white in color and there was also a determined smile on its face.

Jade screamed angrily, tearing out and crumpling up a sheet of paper from her sketchbook. She threw it across the room and it landed on the floor close to the door, increasing the litter of crumpled paper and broken pencils in the room. She took a new pencil from behind her ears, her fingers shaky as she began to draw lines and curves, in readiness for another sketch. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture a face, Tiger's face - that was what they called him but she knew his name began with the letter H.

"We will give you an answer that does not disappoint Mr. Jay." "Good. Now you can get out. Sorry to interrupt your time."Haikal and Citra came out of Jay's room. Jay just realized that Kaiden was asleep on the couch hugging a half-finished Lego. Jay took off his suit as he walked towards Kaiden. Jay envelops Kaiden in his suit. Jay smiled slightly to see Kaiden fast asleep. Jay got off the couch and took a picture of Kaiden sleeping. Jay sent the photos to Dita.

Thane shifted back to his more human form, still holding me around my waist, but lowering me until I could stand on a rock just below the surface of the water. Beta Xavier stepped forward, placing a hand on Jaiden's shoulder, looking concerned, "Jaiden?" he said quietly, but stepped back as Jaiden turned and snapped his jaw at him, as though he were still a wolf, and I wondered if his wolf was actually in control right now. It was an unsettling thought.

“I could never be mad at you.” Conan tilted his head slightly, watching me with an unreadable expression. Then he reached forward and ruffled Jayden’s hair, making him giggle again. “Why don’t you show me your drawings?” Conan asked, nodding towards the papers scattered near Jayden’s little backpack. Jayden’s face lit up. He scrambled across the rug, gathering his crumpled sketches with clumsy hands. As he launched into an excited explanation about each scribbled wolf and oddly-shaped tree, Conan listened intently, nodding at all the right moments.

Jaden was a black young man with green eyes. Well, technically, he was brown because he was born to a white mother and a black father. Though his race nor background never for once affected their relationship. Jaden was from an average family. They weren’t rich neither were they poor. Jaden’s mother was a teacher and Jaden’s father was an artist. That’s where Justin learned to draw, whenever he visited Jaden’s father’s workshop. Justin walked towards the door of the room where he kept all their paintbrushes, boards, liquid paints, and a lot of tools for drawing but he couldn’t bring himself to enter there any longer so he didn’t open it.