Minato Drawing Novels & Stories

her sweet voice echoed in the room as I shut the door behind me, my eyes spellbound by the enchanting sight before me. "Mini," I said, a wide, delighted smile spreading across my lips as I took in the scene around me. The entire floor was covered in a soft glow from countless candles, casting a romantic, flickering light that danced over everything. My sweet Mini stood in the middle of this intimate setting, looking like a vision of innocent seduction. In the warm candlelight, her high-waisted palazzo pants with their wide legs flowed gracefully, The long-sleeve kimono she wore draped elegantly over her and her cute tube top, snugly fitting and perfectly styled, completed the ensemble, makin

The girl was a talkative—something I loved about her. "And why are you still up?" My gaze fell on his drawing book. "Drawing something?" He nodded and sat back on the floor. I took a closer look at the drawing. It was a weird one. Xylon was definitely going to be a good artist when he grew up. But for now, his sketches were still amateurish. Observing carefully, I could tell it was a rough sketch of a man. At least, that was what it looked like. The person had beards and a moustache with a hoodie over his head. The drawing looked poor and unclear, but this was what I could make out.

He don't see my like as mine it's all his. Well I still remember when I see his devil side first time. I still feel bad and I will never forgive myself beacuse of itz beacuse of me someone die. Flashback :- Allen is 14 year old and Ray is 21, one day he came to meet Allen ,but he not alone one of his best friend came with him and his name is King, he is really sweet and nice guy he brings many chocolate for Allen, Allen is really happy to meet him.

"Actually, I meant to tell you—" "Daddy, look." Ezra appeared in the doorway holding a drawing that appeared to involve several stick figures and what might have been a dinosaur, though the proportions made it hard to say definitively. "I made this at school." "That's incredible," Kian said, examining it properly. "Is that you?" "That's Noah," Ezra said, pointing at a smaller figure standing very still next to the dinosaur. "He's not scared of it." "I'm not," Noah confirmed, still drawing, not looking up.

Jo accepted the paper gently, unfolding it with careful fingers. At first glance, it looked like a simple child’s drawing: messy lines, smudged colors. But the longer Jo stared, the colder her blood ran. It was a drawing of a massive wolf, dark and powerful, kneeling under a broken moon. Its silver eyes were hollow and sad, its paws chained to the ground by thick black tendrils. Beside it, a man, tall, crowned, broken, stood slumped over, clutching his chest as blood spilled from his side.

Come on now. We are almost there. Ejima steadied her arms, with a sling and stone ready to fly. Her breath was calm as she waited from her hiding place for the animal to move closer enough. It was an antelope with brown fur and few white spots. There was no horn yet. But the rich dark eyes suggested that it was matured enough. It was nothing close to the one she had killed two moons ago. However, the size would generate an income that would serve for two or three market days before she comes back for a proper hunt.

She climbed the bed and enthusiastically opened the sketchbook she brought with her. "I'm not good with drawing, but I like to draw," Jazmine said, flipping through the pages. "Yeah, you're terrible at it," Anita said bluntly as she looked at the drawing. Wrong, she was teasing her. The drawing was too good for a young girl like Jazmine. The latter looked like she was about to cry a river, causing Anita to panic for a second and grabbed a bag of candies and shoved it in Jazmine's hands.

Which brings me to my master plan. Lucas raised an eyebrow, leaning over my shoulder as I began to draw furiously. "Your master plan?" "Yes," I said proudly, tapping the paper. "Look." I drew a small, stick-figure crown sitting on top of a giant head with angry eyebrows. "This is me… playing you." Then, I drew a row of tiny little monsters at the bottom of the page with jagged teeth, horns, and tiny pitchforks. "These are your court ministers and Lord Brandon. They're basically demons."

Zayn pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, smoothing it out on the table. It was a drawing. Simple. Uneven lines. Bright colors. Three figures. Aira recognized it immediately. Zayn pointed at it proudly. “This is me. And that’s Mum. And… that’s you.” Lucien’s gaze fixed on the drawing. For a moment, he didn’t speak. His fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch the paper but stopped himself. “And you made this?” he asked. Zayn nodded. “Yes.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change much.

He climbed onto the sofa beside her and opened the notebook. Crayon lines filled the page. Bright colors. Simple shapes. But the drawing was recognizable. Three stick figures stood side by side beneath a large sun. Evelyn had seen similar drawings from him before. Usually the same three figures. A woman. A child. And a tall man with darker shading around the eyes. Silas held the notebook proudly. “Do you like it?” Evelyn forced a soft smile. “It’s beautiful.” He studied the picture carefully. Then pointed to the tallest figure.