روايات وقصص ضمن Miles Morales Drawing With Hoodie

“Do you think it means something?” I hugged my knees. “I don’t know. But I think she’s real.” Rhett rubbed his eyes. “Could you give me a sketch or something?” I got out of bed, tiptoed over to the desk, and grabbed some paper and crayons. I didn’t talk—I just drew. Big swirly black veil. Hollow eyes. Long fingers. Long black dress. Rhett stared at it like he was studying a treasure map. “That’s... not normal,” he said.

Mom and dad hug each other while smiling warmly at me. You just need to trust to the Moon Goddess honey. Thanks mom! Good night. I crawl in my bed and g****e my mates name. I don’t fins any photos with that name but I do find an I*******m account that has only drawings. My heart skips a beat. They are mostly drawings of wolves. I scan every post and check the comments. There are non, since he has enabled the comments, even though the account is public. He hasn’t posted anything in almost a year. His drawings are amazing and I can see that he is very talented. Well obviously, our mate is very special. Gabriel drawls with obvious pride in his words.

I drew myself lying down on the tiled floor, and I was staring at him as the assailant raised his foot to step over my head as he headed towards the door. After I saved it, I moved it to sketch the man’s face in black in white. I started with the man’s eyebrows. It wasn’t that complicated since I only had to draw his dark, hooded eyes, and the ski mask he was wearing was wide around them. “Motherfucker!” Spade just swore beside me, startling me. “Do you know this guy?” He grabbed his phone from the opposite nightstand and showed me the video. His fingers trembled in anger.

I wasn’t a legend on their screens. It was in one of those corridors that a little boy tugged on my sleeve. He couldn’t have been more than seven. His cheeks were smudged with dirt, his clothes too thin for the draft that seeped through the walls. He held up a folded piece of paper. “I drew this for you,” he said shyly. I opened it and froze. The sketch was crude but unmistakable, me, standing tall, but with wolf ears atop my head and eyes colored in with a furious red. Around me, lines of light radiated. The boy looked proud.

"Mommy! Daddy! Look! I drew our family!" Sabrina took the paper and smiled. It was a crayon drawing of her, Benedict, and Saben holding hands, with a big sun and hearts surrounding them. "This is beautiful, baby." Benedict ruffled his son's hair. "Nice work, buddy." Saben beamed. "I also drew Uncle Morales!" Benedict groaned. "You just had to invite him, didn't you?" Saben giggled. "Yep!" Penelope snickered. "Well, this just got interesting."

I promised while wrapping my arm around her. "I know," Mira said softly. She did not sound convinced and her tiny fingers continued to work frantically on the sketch. I shifted my weight on the rug and leaned over to see what she was drawing so intensely. My breath hitched in my throat and a cold wave of dread washed over my skin. She wasn't drawing a stray cat or a flower or a cartoon character. She drew a rough outline of a tall man wearing a sharp suit with dark hair falling over his forehead. The sketch was childish but the harsh jawline and the intense eyes were undeniably familiar.

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”

The corporate situation had kept them busy all day. But the moment they stepped inside, the tension melted away. Aiden ran toward them immediately. “You’re late!” Aria followed, holding a drawing. “Look what we made!” May knelt down. The drawing showed a stick-figure family standing under a big sun. Four figures held hands. “This is beautiful,” May said warmly. Damien crouched beside her. “Who’s this tall one?” he asked. “That’s you,” Aiden said proudly. “And this is Mommy,” Aria added.

Nonna asked. “Something Zander gave me,” I explained. “He said to open it on the plane.” “Well, open it then!” Nonna said, excitedly. I pulled the ribbon open and slid the lid off the box. I gasped. It was a yellow pastel hoodie with the words ‘Original Bunny’ on it. This is the best gift ever. I lifted the hoodie out of the box and noticed papers underneath it. I picked them up and looked at them. They were sketches — more specifically, Morgan Hailee’s sketches.

That one stung. I brushed a stray curl from her cheek. “What are you drawing?” She hesitated, then flipped the page toward me. It was a sketch of three stick figures. One was tall with black hair, one with long brown hair, and one small in the middle holding both their hands. Ryan. Me. Her. My throat tightened. “That’s beautiful, Molly.” She shrugged. “I was bored.” Claire appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, that look on her face, the one that meant she’d been thinking about something serious.