Miraculous Ladybug Drawings Novels & Stories

Something older. She looked at the girl, who was now drawing quietly with a piece of charcoal on a flat stone. At first, she drew trees and stars. But soon, her hand changed direction. She drew a circle — the same one from outside. Liora froze. “Where did you see that?” The girl blinked. “I don’t know. It just came into my head.” Jonathan laughed. “Looks cool! Like magic!” Liora’s voice was sharp. “Don’t touch it.”

Miranda squatted down to hug the little fellow, "Darling, did you finish your drawing? Brian nodded affirmatively. "What did you draw? Can I look at it?" Brian immediately passed the drawing to her to have a look at. The moment she saw it, her eyes teared up. As usual, she was the subject of the drawing. The colors used in the painting were vibrant and dream-like. She was lying on a small bed, holding a storybook in hand. However, Brian had drawn it from his perspective, when he was lying by her side and watching her from below.

Because after I was done, I looked down. I saw Angelstar, my wolf, and a beautiful wolf has a midnight color on his tail and under his chest with a shape of a paw on his chest. I knew it was a bigger guy than her and me because they were on the mountain top watching the sky. Then something came to my mind. So I started drawing on the other pad. I was underlining the picture and coloring and shadowy the part of the picture. Once I was done. I gasped and hid my flush face because I had drawn a girl with beautiful platinum blonde hair and purple eyes, but I kept my eyes on her. Oh, my God! The drawing looks just like-

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

I traced the curve of her waist to her ass better and added the finishing details to her legs and the ocean washing up to it. It was almost perfect. All it needed to look exactly like the original was color but I didn't color my drawings. I never had, I had never thought painting it would make it better, either. But every time I drew Madelaine, I wanted the color to be in there. I shut my drawing book and kept it safe away from the water. Madelaine’s eyes were still closed, she must have fallen asleep. “Are you sleeping?” I asked, and she groaned, opening her eyes groggily.

“It’s ticklish, Miss Cassey.” When I looked at the palms of the other children, I saw drawings of different kinds of insects, animals, and plants. There was a spider, a dragonfly, butterfly, elephant, dog, cat, tulips, and roses. She was good with her hands. All of them looked really nice. My daughter would love something like that as well. “There, it’s done. Do you like it?” I heard her say. My heart leaped. Even that voice was achingly familiar.

After taking a short nap I went over to Louise’s room to hang out. I knocked on the door and opened it before she said anything. What I seen as soon as I walked in was amazing. I’ve never seen this girl draw before the visions started but saying she amazing is an understatement. She had a huge canvas sat up on an easel, it was a drawing of snow-covered mountains, with a large log cabin at the base. With a family of wolves running around, a huge lavender field, I think, to the left of the cabin and a dense forest to the right. Birds flying in the sunset of the sky. It was gorgeous. “How do you like it?” Louise asked coming out of the bathroom.

CHAPTER 132 ~3RD PERSON’S POV~ A white piece of chalk suddenly materialized in Mary’s right hand. She crouched down and used the chalk to draw a magic circle on the ground, then drew a straight line from its center to its circumference. “How did she do that?” Lily whispered, leaning toward Marian, who stood beside her. “Do what?” Marian asked. “She drew a perfect circle and a straight line with only her hand. How much of a perfectionist does she have to be to be able to do that?"

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.

“I think she is managing more than a ten-year-old should have to manage. And I think the managing has become so habitual that she may not know how to stop even in spaces that are genuinely safe.” The penthouse is quiet. Outside the window the city does its afternoon thing, indifferent and continuous. “There is something else,” Lily says. She reaches into her bag and takes out a piece of paper, folded once. She unfolds it and holds it toward us. “Emma has been drawing this in class. Repeatedly. Different sizes, different details, but the same image.” I take it.