Minato Drawing Novels & Stories

So Nimura asks him "Hey, how long have you draw actually? I just wondering about this because we never talked about this." "It since a primary school. But I don't think that my draw looks cool actually. I think maybe Hikari can do it better than me." Nimura just keeps quiet since he never compares their skills in drawing before. from what did he know, Hikari is often drawing because he got something else that he needs to do, and with what did he calculate just now maybe Neu can do it better than Hikari. Because it seems like Neu always does it as his hobby. So, maybe day by day Neu improve his skills about it.

Lucian Voss I was still holding the paper in my hand long after the door closed behind me. I didn’t even realize it at first, but my fingers had tightened around it like I was afraid of letting it go. It was a child’s drawing, done in crayon, the lines uneven and rough. There were three stick figures. One tall figure was labeled “Mr. Lucian.” The next was a woman with long hair, drawn with wide strokes and labeled “Mama.” Between them stood a small boy with messy curls and a wide smile. He had no label because I didn’t need one.

0087 ~Aria~ I looked down at the paper in my hands. It was folded twice, carelessly. I had opened it expecting something else. A note, maybe. Something work-related. It was a drawing. Pencil on plain paper. Simple, deliberate. The kind of drawing that takes focus, not training. A man. Tall, basic lines, but clearly a man the way children draw them. And beside him, holding his hand, a smaller figure. A child.

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

"Yeah, look at Colin's expression. He must have thought of an important person. That's why he looks so gentle." Everyone was discussing the drawing. They said I drew it vividly. My gift for Colin was a colored pencil portrait that I drew. For this drawing, I didn't sleep well for several nights. I had been thinking of Colin's expression. If I put this drawing and all the characters I drew before together and evaluated them, Colin's drawing would be the smallest, but it showcased my best skills. In the drawing, Colin raised his head a little. His hair was dark, his eyes were like a galaxy, and his lips were red. His gaze appeared deep as he stared into the distance. He seemed to be searching

Leo turned his drawing board to reveal a drawing of a calm lake. Daniela and the remaining three applauded him. Rocco showed his drawing next, which was a messy combination of red and black. They still applauded him. Alessio turned his drawing board. His drew a picture of four small boys running in a field. He was applauded. Killian turned to Matteo, the ring leader. “Your turn.” Matteo smiled and turned his drawing board. Killian rolled his eyes. As expected. Matteo drew a picture of a woman in a wedding dress, holding hands with four small boys in suits, and beside them was a stick figure of a man who looked like no effort was put into drawing him.

While it was Luc’s first time witnessing Kirin behaving like this, he felt that he could not comprehend this young master of the Summers family anymore. In fact, Luc felt a chill down his spine. In the end, Kirin finished his drawing and stared at it. He then started laughing maniacally. On the drawing were a cat and a mouse. The cat had sharp claws and looked ferocious, while the mouse looked terrified and was trembling in the corner. “Hehehe… Tyr… our game has just begun.

“Take a look at my drawing.” Charmine turned to see Chris walking over with the drawing canvas in his hands. The drawing was of the three of them sleeping on the same bed. A man and a woman sandwiched the little boy in the middle. It was also an oil painting, so it was apparent that Chris was painting the three of them. Charmine asked in shock, “Momo, you painted this?” “Yes, yes! Do you like it, Mommy?” Chris asked with anticipation in his eyes.

The kind that came from a child's drawing pad. Marcus crouched. Picked it up. Unfolded it carefully. Two figures in thick crayon lines. A tall one with long dark hair. A small one beside it, round-faced, with eyes that had been colored in with so much pressure the blue had gone almost solid - like whoever drew it had wanted to get the color exactly right. He turned it over. The handwriting on the back was learning its letters. The spacing was uneven. Some of the characters were slightly backwards the way they get when small hands are still working it out.

I blushed at his words. "There's also something at the back. I added my own touch to it." He held my hand holding the necklace, and he slowly turned the necklace pendant over, and there I saw the word 'MINE.' Clawed boldly at the back. "You're not only my full moon, Amara Lively, you're also mine, my human mate," Connor said.