Ochako Uraraka Drawing Novels & Stories

When she came back to her senses, the piece of paper in her hand showed a sketch of Gu Lichen after taking off his bathrobe! Zhong Keke stared at the paper in her hand, embarrassed. 'I... I can't believe I drew this! Gu Lichen mustn't find out, or he’ll think I'm a pervert!' Zhong Keke hurriedly crumpled up the sketch in her hand and pinched it. "What's the matter? Is it a bad drawing?" Gu Lichen's voice rang out as his dark phoenix eyes looked toward her. She met his eyes and replied guiltily, "Yeah, it's... not that good." It was actually too good that she outperformed herself. Anyone who knew him would recognize it was him in the sketch!

Hayate's fist struck the bedpost. Tsukiko did not flinch. "She is still resisting." "What is controlling her?" I asked. Tsukiko reached into the second case and removed a thin book bound in pale leather. My stomach turned before she opened it. The golden mark on my palm burned. The pages fluttered until they stopped at a drawing of two women standing beneath one crown. Their faces had been scratched away. Beneath them, a line of old writing glowed. Raiken leaned closer. "What does it say?"

LYRA POV Even though the room was dimly lit, it couldn't hide what surrounded me. Drawings. Everywhere I looked, there were drawings of me. Me standing in the garden, sunlight catching my hair. Me sleeping, my face peaceful and relaxed. Me walking through corridors, my dress flowing behind me. Me laughing at something, joy captured in careful pencil strokes. My hands shook as I reached out to touch one of the papers. The detail was perfect. Every line of my face, every strand of hair, every small expression—all captured with stunning accuracy.

Drawing materials. A small blanket. Signs of a child. Signs of Leo. My pulse quickened. Then I noticed something beneath a bench. A piece of paper. Folded. Forgotten. I shouldn't have touched it. I knew that. Yet I picked it up anyway. And unfolded it. The world stopped. It was a drawing. Simple. Childlike. Crude. Yet instantly recognizable. Elara. King Alaric. Leo. The three figures stood together. Smiling.

Riko. Aria didn't look at me for long. Instead, she went back to what she was doing. She was doodling over a band aid out of boredom, some sat on the side she had finished doodling on. I stood silently by the doorway. "The nurses forgot the box of bandages here and I’ve been drawing over them, they look so boring and I thought to add some life into them.” She smiled before showing me one. “This one is my favorite, it’s a football and helmet.” She said and I looked at her happy face and I felt guilt prick at me, before I looked away.

A small frown appeared on her face . "That's fine . I am good with this" . Akira replied . Raymond could sense a bit of traction in her voice . She looked hungry and had finished all her chocolates and was fidgeting with the wrappers . "Here take mine . I don't like them much" . Before Akira could say no to it, he had already placed his chocolates in her box . He gave her a sincere smile . She smiled back and returned back to gobbling the chocolates up .

It lay on a nearby table, its intricate lines and contours waiting to be brought to life once again. With focus, Ariana picked up a pencil and hovered it over the next blank space before her. The sketch held a special meaning, a piece of art that resonated deeply within her. As she began to recreate the lines, her hand moved breathing life into the paper. Ariana immersed herself in the act of drawing. Each stroke of the pencil represented a connection between her imagination and the tangible world. The rhythmic sound of drawing. As she meticulously recreated the details, Ariana's mind wandered, her thoughts drifting towards Mateo. The memory of his kind gesture lingered, intertwining with th

Kaliya’s pov ________ My hands shakingly covered my mouth as I gawked at the drawing, this was really me in tge drawing, my breasts, thighs and bum was exposed on this piece of paper, I turned and saw another one that was also covered, without hesitation I lifted it’s covering, it was another naked drawing of me, but this time I was facing away. As beautiful as these drawings were they felt wrong and somewhat exciting, I gasped when I heard Lumi’s voice call out to me, I wanted to cover the drawings up but there was no time because of how close she sounded, she should not enter this room.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

Mara seated a little further down the table with a half‑finished sketch in front of her, snorted into her coffee. “Come,” Aria said, folding the parchment and setting it aside. “Eat before Rowan starts drawing on you for lack of better parchment.” “I only did that once,” Rowan objected mildly from their seat beside Mara. They had ink on three fingers and the tip of their nose. “And she moved.” “I woke up with ward lines on my face,” Rin said, dropping into her usual chair at Aria’s right. “You used my cheek as a practice circle.” “It was an excellent cheek,” Rowan said. “Very symmetrical.”