Jjba Drawing Novels & Stories

His eyes softened as I caressed him. "Baby, everything in the world has a color that is destined to be." "But I can't think of any color that matches with my designs, mommy." I let out a huge sigh and observed his sketch. There were four sketch papers on the sofa, and every building drawn at it has different designs. The first one was a building with intricate designs—it has ten floors that are designed through leaf-inspired walls. Its entrance has a huge gate, and I noticed something above the building: a placard that is made out of colorless marmol. The second one is another different design. This is an animal-inspired design. It looked good, but it has a touch of childish style compared t

She started scratching dark lines on a big piece of white paper. She drew a girl with a flat nose and lots of little brown dots on her cheeks. While she drew, a huge, happy smile came onto her face. She even used a bright yellow stone to draw big sun lines all around the girl's head, making her look like a bright star. At the very top of the paper, Amara wrote one word with her shaky hand: Mommy. "Why did you write that?" Jabari asked, his little eyebrows bunching up. "That does not look like the mean lady from the Okafor clan."

He approached slowly, stopping a careful distance from Darius, and held out the folder without getting too close. Darius took it with his free hand, Julie still chattering against his chest, and opened it to reveal Jake’s careful drawings and explanations of the water cycle. “This is incredible,” Darius said, genuine admiration in his voice. “Did you do all this yourself?” “Mama helped with some of the words,” Jake admitted. “But the drawings are mine.” “They’re very good,” Darius said. “Much better than I could do. You have real talent.” Jake’s expression softened slightly, pride breaking through the caution.

"I'm okay!" "And I hope this son of mine isn't giving you trouble?" She asked making Jasmine chuckle while shaking her head negatively. "You see mom, I'm a good boy... I don't cause troubles" We both laughed. "So... how is handsome Jace doing today?" Jasmine asked when she noticed how busy he looked while doing something on the bed. "I'm fine! Here...." He reaches for a drawing book next to him on the bed and shows her a page where drew.... Jasmine squinted her eyes to have a better view of what he drew... Since it's a video call, it looked a bit blur. Jace got her signal because he moved the sheet, closer to the screen. it was actually some cartoon character...

"As long as your heavy muscles keep working out hard on the ice rink, absolute zero wolves on the circuit would ever mistake your asset for being my biological father." Ada remains completely speechless over his coffee. COLLINS PARKER POV The exact fraction of a second breakfast fuel concludes, Ada displays the raw design sketches flat on the table for my eyes to analyze. One of the detailed drawings originated from the professional ring designer's office, while the other simple sketch was hand-drawn by Ada’s own claws. After studying both layout options on the paper, my hand ends up pointing directly to Ada’s custom drawing.

"Emma, sometimes it's easier to show feelings than talk about them. Can you draw me a picture of how you feel?" Emma picked up the crayons and started drawing. She worked intently for twenty minutes while Dr. Chen and I sat quietly. When she finished, she pushed the paper across the table. Dr. Chen looked at it. Her face went pale. I leaned over to see. The drawing showed a small figure—clearly a child—locked inside a cage made of black bars. Outside the cage, two large figures faced each other. One had sharp teeth and claws. The other had wild hair and angry eyes. Both were drawn in dark, violent colors.

Remembering shouldn't be hard but expressing it will be. I think about the various things I have seen in my lifespan. Blood, bullets, pills, dead bodies. I could go on. Most of them aren't really suitable for this environment and explaining it will be impossible. What can I use? There's really nothing I can use that isn't somehow related to my past. Looking over at what Abe's doing, I see that he's drawing I think a scene of trees. Abe draws with these really thin and long lines, which makes his sketch look a lot like an animal's pelt. But I think that's what it is. And there's an outline of mountains in the background. Is that...Lonewood?

It was hard. Josh wanders in, still in his dinosaur pajamas, and climbs into Mike's lap without hesitation. "Mike, want to see my drawing?" "Always, buddy. What did you make?" Josh produces a crumpled piece of paper covered in colorful scribbles. "It's our family. That's Mommy, and that's Daddy Damon, and that's you, and that's me, and that's Mr. Hop." The drawing is abstract in the way three-year-old art always is, circles for heads, lines for bodies, generous applications of glitter that Josh somehow got access to.

Knowing Elijah, he was probably somewhere buying time, waiting to strike again when we least expected. “Daddy, look!” Jackson’s voice broke through my thoughts. He held up a crooked drawing of what looked like a wolf—or maybe a dog. His little hands were smudged with crayon, his face beaming with pride. I forced a smile, ruffling his hair. “That’s amazing, buddy. Is that me?”

Ava followed his gaze. Her heart dropped. Something lay on the center of Jace’s bed. Not an object this time. A page. A single sheet of lined notebook paper, ripped unevenly, edges curled. Jace moved toward it in slow, rigid steps, shoulders tight. Ava followed him, her breath growing heavy. He reached out and picked up the page with a trembling hand. Ava stepped close enough to read over his arm. The paper held: A charcoal drawing. A rough, frantic sketch.