Nezuko Sketch Novels & Stories

Moza sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor of Abigail’s bedroom, enveloped by scattered crayons and drawing paper. Stretched out across her lap was a sketch of Elbara and Elzen that Abigail was carefully coloring. "Uncle Elzen’s eyes are designed slightly narrower, sweetheart. And Uncle Elbara possesses a highly defined jawline, so it needs to look more angular around the chin. Look, precisely like this photograph," Moza guided softly, pointing to the image on her phone screen.

I was crying over a sketch when Lucien found me. It was past midnight. The building was empty except for security and the cleaning crew. I'd been working on collection details, refining pieces, making sure every element was perfect. Then I'd drawn something without thinking. A small jacket with origami folds, perfectly proportioned for a child. Maybe age five or six. The same age as Leo.

Then I walk over to his bed and hand him the flat white box tied with a silver bow. "Thank you," he says with both eyes scrunching up as he smiles. "No problem. Go ahead and open it" Travis undoes the tape, opens the lid, and gently pushes out the waxed paper. "Oh wow ..." "I made it special," I say with a proud smile, because inside the box is a 6-inch square block of chocolate, 1-inch thick, but on top is a thin, circle-shaped slice of white chocolate, and on that circle is a smiley face drawn with dark chocolate syrup that has been cooled and hardened so it won't stain. It's the same smiling face seen on the back of Pakkun's navy blue vest. The name of this particular smiley face is "Heno

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

While using the paper stumps shading over the bottom of the bowl to give it the shadow effect to his sketch. Koishi just stares at his sketch with the aww expression on his face looking at his sketch leaving his mouth wide open. “Woooo you like to sketch too” Koishi gaps with a smile over his face making the boy black-haired boy flinch. As he freezes in the mid-air over the sketch of the view in front of him, he was doing. “I’m also so stupid if you were in the same art room as me then why wouldn’t you love art too right?” Still not getting any response from the boy.

The throwing stopped completely. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Noah turn his head. He looked at me, then at the massive pad of paper in my lap. I kept sketching, my hand flying across the page as I outlined a massive, whimsical treehouse with spiral staircases and a slide that dipped into a glowing pond. It was the kind of architecture that didn't care about budgets or reality. Slowly—so slowly it felt like watching a turtle cross a road—Noah crawled over. He stopped about two feet away, hovering, his eyes wide as he stared at the drawing.

Paisley shrieked. "Everyone knew I had a bad taste in friends because I know you," Nozomi shrieked back. Daiki closed in on the cloud of darkness, "Hand of judgment," his second fist entered the cloud, and a white light enveloped the dastardly mist. "May the rulers of heaven help you find peace," and the cloud popped out of existence. He watched the massive skeleton turn into hundreds of bones. With a single motion from his hand, a sewer cover opened, another swept the bones down into the darkness. He strode up to Nozomi and Paisley and held up his finger.

She must be really hiding something from me. I flipped through the page and it felt like it was a completely different story now. In the sketch it had a Shewolf and a Man holding hands, hugging and kissing in a small cabin that was hidden away in a forest. Lisa wrote at the upper right of the sketch '1795' And I think the story happened in that year.

he nodded, offering me the folder. I smiled. Of course, Darius boasts about his brother. I truly love that about these boys. They are always supportive of each other and our granddaughter. The four of them are a great balance to each other. I opened the folder and nod with a smile as I looked at the manga-style drawings. It was apparently me, in my youth, wearing my black jumpsuit with red trim and my face hidden behind the white and red kitsune mask in some panels. It was beautiful even though it showed a story of blood and darkness.