Miraculous Ladybug Drawings Novels & Stories

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?"

"Hi princess easy, I'm still a little sore. I wince but hug her hack. "Papa said you were hurt really lsa." I nod. She pulls a piece af paper out of her pocket and shows me a drawing of two stick figures holding hands, walking in a garden. "I drew it for you so it would make you feel better." She smiles and points to the first figure. "That's Santi he's the warrior and that you as the fairy queen, holding his hand." "It's beautiful! I love it so much. Thank yOu Mirella," She plants a light kiss on my cheek and crawls over to Rafael.

"I love you too." Lily ran to us. Barnaby was in her arms. The drawing was in her other hand. "Mira! Rex!" I knelt down. "What is it?" She held up the drawing. The one she had made. The house. The garden. The family. The yellow sun in the corner. "Can we hang this up now?" Rex took it from her. "Yes. We can." He walked to the wall. Found a nail. Hung it carefully. Stepped back.

Just unmarked leather and the weight of secrets waiting to be discovered. I opened it carefully, mindful of pages that looked fragile enough to crumble at a touch. The first page made me gasp aloud. Ink drawings filled the yellowed paper—not the crude sketches of an amateur, but artwork of remarkable skill and disturbing beauty. A wolf, massive and powerful, its eyes rendered in such detail I could swear they were watching me from the page. And beside it, a woman in flowing robes, her hand extended toward the beast as if in offering or benediction.

They searched for a long time, exhausted, but they couldn't find Birdie. Larissa bit her lip. If Birdie drowned in the sea, she would be overwhelmed with guilt! Vincent tugged at her hand, signaling Larissa to look over. Vincent took a twig and drew on the beach. The sketch showed a little girl with two small buns on her head. Larissa recognized it as Birdie. Then, Vincent drew a robot next to Birdie—MAVIS. Vincent wrote "help" in between them. Then, he looked up at Larissa.

Professional labels. "Yes, sweetheart. A long time ago." "It's really good." "Thank you." Alexander has dropped his pile on the floor and is kneeling next to Madison, flipping through pages with no regard for order or care. "MAMA! You drew SO MUCH! There's like a MILLION drawings! How did you draw a million drawings?" "It wasn't a million—" "Look at this one! It's a whole HOUSE! But it's tiny! Is this house tiny?" "That's called a scale drawing, Alexander," Ethan says. Still standing. Still holding his stack. Still looking at the red sketchbook with that focused expression.

Like for a second, the ground stopped shaking under her feet. After breakfast, I stayed behind to rinse the dishes. A little domestic rebellion against the mountain of sticky plates, while the kids ran off, yelling something about building a fort and whether or not it needed “guard dragons.” I was elbow-deep in bubbles when I felt a soft tug on my shirt. “Uncle Arsen?” I turned, hands dripping, to find Lorelai holding out a crayon drawing with all the seriousness of someone delivering state secrets. The paper was a riot of colors. A house, crooked but proud, with smoke curling out of the chimney. A big red sun. Stick figures all holding hands—some had little scribbles above their heads. Hear

There's also a portrait of someone I guess I saw on F******k who is as gorgeous as barbies but in my drawing, she looked like a dying zombie who hasn't devour any human since she has turned into one. I thought it was the last drawing but when I dropped it and turned to the last page, I saw a realistic painting of a baby wrapped in purple cloth with silver linings on the edges. The baby has green eyes, plump lips, and chubby cheeks. I traced the lines until I noticed something written on the cloth. It's not very visible, the reason why it took me a little while to understand it. Then suddenly, the letters started dancing in my eyes until I understand what was written on them.

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.