Korra Drawing Novels & Stories

It wouldn’t hurt to just spend a little more time with her. A smile formed on my lips as I swung the door open. My eyes immediately caught sight of Korra—half-dressed. Her breasts perked up against her sexy lace bra. My jaw dropped to the floor as I froze in my tracks. "Oh my God!" Korra exclaimed, hurriedly grabbing her shirt to cover herself.

I query as I watch my niece work, her nimble hands floating along the brightly gleaming bronze as she adjusts knobs and tightens screws. “Ursa’s source is still trying to contact Aunt Ona,” Kora mumbles around a tool clutched between her teeth as she makes a few more adjustments to a new suit she’s been crafting for Orion. “She won’t be back until after daybreak,” she groans. “She’s with her…companion.”

"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.

"Hello, Maya." She went back to her drawing. "I'm busy." He almost smiled. "I can see that." "Grandma said I could draw until lunch. So I am drawing." "What are you drawing?" She held up the sketchbook. The sea. Waves. A boat. Three figures on the shore. A man with light brown hair. A woman with dark hair. And a little girl between them. "That's me, mama and Papa Sam," she said. "We are looking at the ocean."

The wolf in the drawing was lying in green grass, looking peaceful. “Yes, Alpha Logan. That's Kol, your wolf.” I couldn't help but smile at his response. He was visibly proud of his work. “You're the best, Jordan. How did you draw Kol?” I asked him. The boy shrugged with charming innocence. “I took a picture of Kol with my Polaroid when he was in the backyard, Alpha Logan. He's really big and furry.” His answer made me chuckle softly as I ruffled his hair. “Okay, can I keep this?” I asked him. He nodded quickly, giving me permission.

"Do I have permission to remove the eggs from your body? I don't want to proceed if this is not what you want." Ona's eyes are red with anger and pain but she nods. "You have my consent. Do what you must. But know this. You and I will have a lot to discuss when I'm well." She grunts through another wave of pain. "I look forward to hearing every curse you send my way," Kora weeps as she pulls a small knife from her bag that glows with blue electric flame as soon as she touches it and lends it some of her power. "As long as it means you are healthy and happy."

I don’t know if he can hear me but Elijah’s eyes twinkle as he looks down into Korra's eyes, looks down into me behind her eyes. Korra leans up and licks the side of his snout before taking off into the field across the way. She’s playing coy and daring him to chase after. I hear the sounds of his powerful paws as he bounds after us and giggle at her excitement. We get pretty far but when we look back at him we can tell he isn’t even trying. Korra stares at his strong shoulders and beautiful black hair. For a wolf, he’s very attractive.

Kora checked herself in the mirror one more time, making sure that the demure image she was portraying really stood out. Instead of her usual red lipstick and heavy makeup, she opted to wear a natural look to show off her rosy cheeks. And she wore a flowy and simple sage dress with long sleeves. “Being sultry doesn’t seem to get anything more than a flirty comment from him. Maybe I’ll get a better reaction with this,” she told herself as she smiled at the reflection. This always worked when she wanted to tap into some of the men’s overprotectiveness and bravado.

Nothing pulls me out of a weird mood faster than doodling. As we go through the scene for the umpteenth time, I find myself doing rough sketches of the men in front of me. None of my drawings ever look particularly realistic - my doodles have more of a cartoony, comic book style - but I'm pretty proud of how they turn out. Once I've done Omar and Mr. Grand, I move on to the person I really want to doodle - Orlando. I don't get him right the first time. Or the second. Or the third. At first I can't seem to get his hair right, but by the end it's his eyes that are giving me the most trouble. Nothing I draw can capture how startling and direct they are.

His eyes not leaving the sheet, he started drawing. Lara stood at the edge at the rock, feeling the breeze. The splash of water as it falls to the river. Princess, aren't you drawing today? Kali asked. Yes Kali, for today I want to feel the breeze of the water. Lara smiled. Okay. Kali said, taking her gaze to the King. What is he drawing? Cause she has been watching him. He has not raised his head to glance at anything. Then what is he drawing? She wondered.