Sad Face Draw Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Yes, it is Kayden.” She zoomed in the tablet to let Petra see it clearly. “I was trying to do a portrait of him, but I just can’t get his emotions right.” She complained with a furrowed eyebrow. “I want to make him smile but every time I do that he looks like a dummy.” She exited the tab to show Petra the previous sketch she had done and she was right, he looked dumb. Petra sat on the bed and took the tab from Crystal, she zoomed in on one of the drawing

Lalisa looked at the character on the paper, a satirical drawing of Louis that she had drawn. This man, he couldn't escape being handsome. Lalisa looked at the character she drew for a while, then wrote down next to it the exaggerated personality traits: delusional, daring, easily angered, authoritative, a king. Then she poured all her dissatisfaction with Louis into the satirical drawing. From the moment Louis was born to now, his daily life was all arranged by her. She could vent her frustration with him however she wanted in her satirical drawing. After thinking about it, she felt satisfied.

A smile appeared on my face. I open the package. It was bath soap, lotions, and for some weird and unexplained reason, a drawing of me; every single detail, from the little, tiny hairs to the folds around my mouth when I smile. Now I feel bad for calling him a dick. He deserved it at that moment. How can someone so rude be so nice at the same time? Making my way to the kitchen, placing the box on the counter. Opening drawers one by one in search for a photo frame put the drawing in. Finally finding one. I place the photo in and place it on the coffee counter. I didn’t think there were still people that drew.

Don't tell me that brute fooled me about the face paint? I gulped and shook my head. Of course not! He's been extra nice today. Extra nice. Nice. Oh, fuck! I'm doomed! When is he ever nice?! That man was born with fucking horns in his head! A loud scream emerged out of my throat when I finally saw the finished drawing he made on my face! Pink and purple poops with eyes and mouth! Like the keyboard emojis! This is ridiculous! I touched it and it quickly smeared all over my cheeks since it's still wet. I hope this shit is not so hard to remove or I'm doomed!

Hmm, what more? I saw a picture of a girl beside his bed. I walked toward her and looked at the girl's face. "Is she his girlfriend?" If it's his girlfriend, why didn't I see her once? But it's not important now, I have an idea. I get my marker, which I used to sketch Sadako's face earlier, and I get the picture frame and draw something on the girl's face. I drew a horn on her head, vampire teeth, and eyeliner. BWAHAHAHAHAHA so funny. I'm done!

"Why do you asked? Do I looked like a problematic woman who doesn't know how to deal with her problems?" He walked towards me and sat down on the opposite seat, then take my art pad, "Andrea, if I have to base it with your face, no. But if I have to base it with your sketch, then it's a yes." Later on, he showed my sketch and it's pretty awful if you asked me. Perhaps, I'm thinking too much and didn't even notice my drawing is horrible. My 5 years old me laughing at me, while my 22 years old of me was disappointed.

Andre stared at me for a second, a slow and happy smile spreading across his face. "Alright. Give me 30 minutes and sit still." "Aw, take all the time you need." I positioned myself, half amused and completely quiet this time, watching him work in quick, confident strokes. His eyes flicked up to study my face every few seconds with a kind of focused attention that made my skin warm, despite the cool evening air This time, I kept my thoughts safely guarded, just letting him draw. When he finally turned the pad around, I stared, genuinely startled. The portrait was rough but unmistakably me, my exact expression caught somewhere between amusement and something softer.

he asked, a proud look on his face as he lifted the piece of paper further to show her. On the paper was a drawing of what looked like a sad girl with long hair, wearing a crown and with her hands all scribbled out. She was standing on a flat green field, a sun in the top corner of the page with a smiley face drawn on it. "Aw, that is so nice. Is it a princess?" Rose asked, looking at Max who instantly frowned. "No" he pouted "it's Uncle Fred" he said, pointing to what Rose had thought was a girl, but was just Fred drawn with his hair loose.

I’d hardly taken any notes today, in fact, but as I’d been thinking, I’d been drawing mindlessly, too. Scrawled on my page in smudged black biro was my own face. I’d barely registered drawing it. It was cartoony, with lips that were even bigger than my real ones, and doe eyes that were looking up at nothing. My lashes were long, casting spider-leg shadows down my cheeks. One side of my face was dark, and the other was shining in the light. I scribbled over it, forcing my pen so firmly into the paper that it began to tear. My vision became blurred as I dragged the pen through the notepad, and then I jumped when a hand was laid on my arm.

"Fuck, after that last one, I'll happily let you draw a pretty picture on my face." The girls smiled brightly and made their way to our side of the table. Brian gave each of them a black marker and flipped a timer. Hycinth was still wearing her heels, making it easier for her to reach me. I felt her draw quick lines on my cheeks and above my eyebrows, before drawing a circle on my nose and filling it in. "Times up!" Brian called out. "What did you draw?" I asked curiously, although I had an idea. She smirked, "You make an adorable pussy...cat."