Jjba Drawing Novels & Stories

“Baby, I —” “It's us,” he said, cutting me off before I could say what was on my mind. “What?” He pouted. “You didn't even look at it, did you?” He pointed to it. “It's us.” “Us?” I glanced at the drawing, realizing it was a wolf, with writings under it. I wouldn't lie. It was damned beautiful, but I couldn't let him off, not after doing something like this without telling me first. “Our Initials, J and M. That's for Jay and Matt.” He pointed to the writing on it. “It's pretty, right?”

“Are you okay?” I breathed in and smiled slightly. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Just tired.” He didn’t look convinced but he nodded. I walked closer and knelt beside him “What are you drawing?” Jamie turned the paper so I could see it. “This is me,” he said and pointed to the first drawing. “And this is the baby. You think the baby is going to like it?” My heart ached as I ran my hand through his hair. “The baby is going to love it, Jamie. And the baby is going to love you.”

Sketches and images of the young and innocent ones are drawn as it suggests the time from the 3rd loop that could never turn back into. “Everyone, ready! One, two, three!” To the smiles and the picture-perfect scene of the past. The photo that is faded by the distortion of time from that 4th loop is being remain in the drawn sketches into the sketchbook Jaira holds dear. A past she could never go back into, even if deep within, Emie lyingly did not want to.

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.

Hearing his motorbike, I quickly pretended to read my history textbook while secretly watching him. Behind Connor is his family's roofless army green jeep. Thann one of the triplets sat in the driver's seat; across from him was their beautiful cousin Kara, and at the back were the remaining triplet, Tanner, and Tant. I admired Kara's light golden hair blowing gracefully in the wind. She was like a model, tall and elegant.

“Mo—“ “Who sketched this?” “I-I did.” I raised my hand feeling a little bit shy that Jordi’s mom saw my drawing. My only intention was to give that drawing to Jordi and only Jordi and now I felt slightly embarrassed that his mother saw it. I don’t really know what she’s going to think about it.

Jack asked. Dianna looked up from the under-bench cupboard to where Jack was standing, leafing through her art journal. “Um, yeah,” she said. She should feel embarrassed, but she didn’t. She was proud of her work. No, it would never hang in a gallery, but that wasn’t why she drew. The journal Jack was currently looking through was her concept journal for Paper Gate. The characters and scenes had changed a lot from concept to final production, but it didn’t diminish those early drawings at all.

Not as much as before. But sometimes. Jessica couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed properly. Really laughed. Not little smiles. Not pretending. Real laughter. She looked back down at the dark shape in her drawing. Slowly, very slowly, she shaded it darker. And darker. Until eventually the shadow swallowed nearly half the page.

Jay was sitting at the desk, holding a carbon pen and carefully drawing on a white sheet of A4 paper. Holding a plate of fruit pudding, Angeline stood secretly behind him, watching him draw. "Jaybie is so handsome when he's working so hard." Angeline made remarks like a love-struck fool from time to time. Jay curled his lips. "Jaybie draws so beautifully. He obviously didn't major in fine arts, but how can he draw so beautifully?" Disturbed by her exclamation, Jay stopped his work and turned his head to look at Angeline tenderly. Angeline stuffed the pudding in her hand into his mouth.

“Thank you very much, Suji,“ Jason gently patted the head of the almost four-year-old girl. Then he squeezed in and sat on the long wooden bench between her and Ashley. ”Wow, your drawing is amazing. Is that the front yard? That's the main building... and that's the pine tree in front, right?” Jason pointed to each shape on Suji's drawing paper. “Uh-uh!” Suji nodded enthusiastically. She was happy that Jason could immediately understand the meaning of her drawing. “This is me!” Suji pointed to the drawing of a girl in a pink dress with two braids that she had drawn at the front. “And this is Mrs. Yoon!” She continued her explanation by pointing to a woman taller than her drawing, standing wi