Jasmine Aladdin Drawing Novels & Stories

Jasmine, my best friend, had convinced me to go for a bold red lipstick, and though I’d been hesitant, I had to admit it made me feel… powerful. Adam was across the room, deep in conversation with his father, Albert. He looked as dashing as ever in his tailored navy suit, his tie slightly loosened as if he couldn’t quite handle being so formal for too long. His dark hair was slicked back, and his ever-present charm radiated in every smile he gave. Jasmine sidled up beside me, her emerald green dress catching the light. “You look like a goddess,” she whispered, nudging me with her elbow.

They began to draw the afternoon sun and the view from the balcony of the art room. They immersed themselves in drawing and forgot the rest of the world. After three and half hours, Asteria had completed an oil painting that looked extremely real. Jasmine had completed a watercolor painting that was unearthly vivacious. Rosaline had made a black and white sketch that looked good but paled in comparison with the vivaciousness and life in the other two paintings. “I will go get us something to eat,” Rosaline said before escaping. On the other hand, Asteria and Jasmine began to talk about their respective paintings.

Victor knelt down to embrace her, and for a moment, everything felt right. Jasmine pulled back and proudly held up her drawing, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Look what I made!” she exclaimed, beaming at both of us. As I stepped closer to get a better look, my heart skipped a beat. The drawing depicted three figures still holding hands, but this time, the little girl was older—taller than her parents. Underneath, she had labeled each figure the same way: Mommy, Daddy, Jasmine. I gasped, but didn’t know what to say.

She knew Susan too well. Jasmine sat cross-legged on the floor, her crayons strewn around her as she labored diligently on every drawing. Every time she completed a drawing, she would hum a tune, oblivious to the tension simmering in the room. “Mommy,” Jasmine called out, holding up her latest drawing. “Do you like it?” Charlotte forced a smile and walked over, kneeling beside her daughter. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart. What is it?” “It’s Daddy,” Jasmine said proudly, pointing to a tall figure with dark hair. “I drew him because I miss him.”

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

Kyle turned to Falcon with a puzzled expression. Realizing that he didn't get his joke, Falcon rolled his eyes and grunted, "As in the Aladdin from Aladdin movie. Except that he flew a magic carpet and you fly sports cars. But both of your intentions are the same— Saving Princess Jasmine." As the joke dawned on Kyle, he chuckled angrily and shook his face. "Falcon, do you want me to burn your face with my coffee?" Falcon moved back carefully towards the door. "Don't even think about it, Aladdin. How else will I face Princess Jasmine and flirt with her. She's got to my head."

she hiccuped. “What? Really?” Jasmine blinked. “Ah! I must be going crazy by trying to put these dots together,” she pressed her fingers against her temple, as if willing her mind to stop spinning. “You are not crazy, Jas,” Justine tried to assure her. “Don’t I sound like I am?” She responded with a sour laugh, “Trying to draw silly dots with the daughter of someone I should never set my eyes on again!”

What a waste of life! Should she drag him by the leg? A grin crept onto her chubby cheeks, and once again she looked at him. He was in his gaming room but he wasn't playing games. He seemed to be drawing instead. Drawing? Cinderella was stunned. Royalty was drawing? She had no idea he could draw. He was so cool. So enviable. Hmph! Cinderella raised her shoulder in a brag He was her husband. Blushing proudly, Cinderella twirled the cold ground in circles. Nevertheless her smile was wiped away by what was being drawn. Royalty was drawing dozens of nàked women.

A subtle hint of makeup enhances her eyes, making them sparkle like diamonds in the light, inviting and bright, drawing me in with an irresistible force. Her curves are accentuated to perfection, her full chest gleaming with a soft, luminous shine that's almost ethereal. Her entire being radiates a mesmerizing glow, as if her very skin is illuminated from within, leaving me awestruck and struggling to find the words to describe her breathtaking beauty. Damn. “Isn’t that Jasmine?” Alison asks, scoffing afterwards not believing her eyes too. Then it’s definitely not a dream. It is Jasmine. “She looks… okay.” Alison tugs at my hand, her words slippery and edgy.

She exclaimed. " Yeah." Adrien muttered happily. " This is lovely, where did you get these images from?" She gasped. He drew a celestial being running with wolves. Adrien shrugged, " I just drew them." "You have such an active imagination, I like it so much." She replied. " I have another image to show you." He produced a sketch of Jen's face, it was unfinished but she could see the highlights. He made such a tremendous progress in almost a week.an " This is wonderful, thank you." Tears pooled in Jen's eyes.