روايات وقصص ضمن Miles Morales Drawing With Hoodie

I didn’t stop walking. Upstairs, I shut my door too softly for the satisfaction I wanted. Kicking off my leggings, I grabbed a hoodie and crawled into bed. The moment the lights were out, my brain flipped the switch on its nightly torture reel. Old memories. New fears. That terrifying feeling I’d let something important unravel tonight and didn’t know how to rebraid it. I reached for my sketchpad. My safest escape. Tonight’s drawing began with a scar. A long one, slicing down a man’s cheek. His eyes were soft, though. Kind. I made him older. Mid-thirties. Ex-boxer, maybe. Wrote notes in the margin:

My anxious search didn't last a minute. A tall, dark-haired guy in a familiar pair of sneakers waited beside a black sedan with his back to me, his attention on his cellphone. My happy pill! I wanted to call out to him, but my throat felt funny, almost compressed. "Hey!" Miles spotted me and put his phone away, his brisk steps accompanied by dark, scrunched brows. Old paint smudged the hem of his wrinkled shirt. During season breaks, if he wasn't doing print jobs, Miles spent days and nights in his studio just painting and painting until he lost either inspiration or concentration.

He responded. "I can't imagine having my pack's logo as a tattoo on my body.” Mother Veer sucked her tooth. “What if it turns out to be ugly?" Liora grimaced. “No. It was actually very cute. The red moon was drawn on her belly" He smiled, his finger drawing the moon on the ground. “Besides, where did you learn to draw?" Mother Veer asked, pausing to stare at his rough but neat sketch on the ground. “I've always been a great artist since I was little. I graduated as the best artist in our pack then” He said.

Morris just nodded before making his way back to the dining room. As soon as Morris left the room, I let out a groan of embarrassment. I stood up and went into my closet to search for something to wear. I scanned through the hangers, desperately trying to find the perfect outfit for the night. My eyes fell on a darker shade of green hoodie that had been buried beneath the others for far too long. "Are you fine with this hoodie?" I asked Miles as I turned around to show him the green hoodie. "Yeah, that'll be fine," Miles replied, his eyes focused on the hoodie I had just offered him. I nodded in response and tossed the black hoodie towards him, which he effortlessly caught. Watching him catc

"Mortin, give me the paper." The called guy gave Josh the piece of paper that had a drawing on it. A sketch, or you can say a person's face painted on it. "See, i made you this." Josh showed Miles the paper and it had his picture painted on it, the painting was so beautiful, it was as in the person has projected Miles's true self on the paper, each and every detail was so perfectly made but there was one default, his hair......they were black, jet black, and they are shorter than his own.

Funny looks over to me doing it, unzips his hoodie, and hands it over to me. “Put this on,” he says more of a demand than a gesture. “Thank you,” I say politely and put it on. The hoodie smells amazing, it’s an intoxicating smell even though it’s got a touch of marijuana traced into it. I look over at Funny whose attention is back on the ocean and now without his hoodie on, I get a much better view of his body. He is incredibly toned, like he works out often but not overly muscular, just the perfect amount. Full-sleeve tattoos cover both arms and I can’t quite make out any of them at a glance. He has an absolutely gorgeous body with an even more incredible face and I can’t help but stare kno

That last word always made Alice's heart tighten with many different emotions, but for Massimo and Millicent, it seemed completely natural, to the point that they didn't even hesitate or seem embarrassed when treating each other like father and daughter. "No, honey. I think I'm fine with my normal hair color.” Massimo laughed under his breath. “Don’t you want to look good?” Millie snorted, a cranyon behind her ear, as if she were Caravaggio himself. “Are you saying I’m ugly?” he joked, making her lose some of her posture “Leave your father's hair as it is, Millie. But, you can use glitter in your drawing if you want. Our eyes are green, anyway.” Massimo turned the poster so he could see the

Still grumbling under my breath at how things are so unfair, I pulled the door to my walk in closet and just pulled whatever my hand has reached and went back to the bathroom. Opening up a drawer containing my lady necessities I pulled a bottled lotion squeezed some in my hands and spread it all over my body hastily. Don't judge me if I'm lazy. Grabbing a bottle of vaseline, I applied some in my lips and some aloe vera gel on my face. Now satisfied and slightly less angry, I put on my undies and my clothes. My five foot two frame is dressed in a white hoodie that says 'Send Noods' with a picture of a bowl of noodles in it and some ripped shorts.

A familiar cartoon pattern stretched across the material, slightly torn at the edges. “Boss,” he called, his voice grim. “We got something.” One of the agents stepped forward, holding a small blue race car in his gloved hand. “This is his, right?” Then I saw it. Kai’s hoodie—his favourite one, the navy blue one with the small rip near the sleeve. It lay discarded near a rusted metal chair, the sight of it made my stomach twist painfully. “Oh my God,” I breathed, covering my mouth with trembling hands.

I felt my entire body go still. She continued talking. “He draws dinosaurs. He said I can have one of his crayon. Can I invite him to my birthday?” “We will see.” She pouted lightly but snuggled closer. “He is my favorite friend now.” I stayed silent. Because my mind was no longer quiet. A child from the park. A child from her school. The same child. The same mother. Ava Morales. Too many coincidences. Too many things that did not line up.