Sanji Drawing Novels & Stories

Their smiles lighten my mood and all the weird heaviness that my chest held vanished. “Finally, I saw you smiling genuinely,” Diego smiled. “This was a long day… And we are still not done yet…” “But we have everything in control,” He smiled and kissed my head. “Dad, see I painted this.” Liam brought his drawing and for a moment we both paused. “What the… What did you draw?” I whispered. This… “Mountains. River. And then there is snow on top of the mountains.” “Oh…” Diego and I loudly said.

Mingchan then took a gaze at his drawing. “Did you make this because you are programmed or…” Mukgu asked him. Mingchan then looked at Mukgu’s face again and looked into her eyes directly. “I made it because I just want to. I just want to draw it.“ Mingchan answered directly. He then grabbed Mukgu’s hand and placed it on his chest. Mukgu’s eyes widened and it made her stunned. She accidentally let go of the notebook and it fell to the ground as it was slid from her hand unintentionally.

Jane smiled as she looked at the stick figures holding hands. "Wow! This looks nice, baby." Jane sat on the sofa and admired it. "Who are they?" "It's us!" Renz pointed to the stick figures. "This is Daddy J and Mamu. Then you, Tito Brian, me, and my father!" Renz said excitedly. His eyes sparkled as if he were delighted to explain the drawings. Jane was taken aback when she heard Renz mention his father. She stared at the last figure he pointed to. "Who is this again?"

I order and watch the boys run back towards the building as fast as they can. I watch with concern as the young boy they were picking on sniffs and works to pick up pieces of his sketchbook. I bend down and help him pick up the remaining pieces before they’re carried off by the wind. I look at one of the pieces of paper and can’t contain the awe on my face as I take in the amazing sketch before me. It’s this incredible real-life style drawing of a sirna with a vibrant red tail surrounded by all the elements. It takes me a second to recognise the likeness, but this is a sketch of the God Ezillus as a sirna! This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. “You drew this?” I ask in astonishment

I looked over it again and again as I hoped Chris would love it. It is a realistic drawing of him in black and white. No color pencil was used. He is a suit with his arms folded on each other. He looked so manly with his expressionless face standing there. I made the drawing to his stomach and stopped it there, not drawing further down. It looks like a portrait. I wish I could frame it out before he comes back from work but I won't even be going out today. I glanced up at the time and it was up to an hour before he arrives from work.

Zayn pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, smoothing it out on the table. It was a drawing. Simple. Uneven lines. Bright colors. Three figures. Aira recognized it immediately. Zayn pointed at it proudly. “This is me. And that’s Mum. And… that’s you.” Lucien’s gaze fixed on the drawing. For a moment, he didn’t speak. His fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch the paper but stopped himself. “And you made this?” he asked. Zayn nodded. “Yes.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change much.

Ren Zhi said with no interest. Risa and Xui Li turn their head to look at him. They both look at each other before Risa answers him. "That drawing is actually for her sick little brother. She always draws something for her little brother. Everything that she saw or feels, she will draw and sent to his little brother. And calling her art is stupid is quite rude, don't you think?" Risa feels a bit upset when remembering that Shen Zhao Lin never went out of his hospital room. While Xui Li and Ren Zhi are a bit surprised to hear what Risa just told them.

I demand. Jordan looks at me, and when Safia lets me know he is angry, I swallow nervously. Jordan is a nuisance, but angry Jordan is a nightmare. The last time I made him angry, he had me starved for days. I do like food. “Did you just give me an order?” he snarls. His orange scent turns spicy, and I don’t need Safia to know how angry he is. “No,” I say, my voice low. He shoves the sketchbook into the backpack before throwing it over his left shoulder. “Since you had the audacity to draw Titan, I am keeping this. I want to see what else you have drawn.”

Sashi immediately ran back into her room and closed the door, though she still peeked out slightly to see whether Arlan would open it. Curious, Arlan unfolded the paper and saw a drawing made by Sashi. Bintang covered her mouth, holding back laughter at the drawing. Arlan turned to Bintang and held the drawing beside his face, as if comparing them. “Am I really this fierce?” Arlan asked Bintang, because Sashi had drawn him looking intimidating, with sharp eyes, an angry mouth, and a posture that looked furious. Bintang burst into laughter, completely amused, especially since Arlan was comparing the drawing to himself.

He climbed onto the sofa beside her and opened the notebook. Crayon lines filled the page. Bright colors. Simple shapes. But the drawing was recognizable. Three stick figures stood side by side beneath a large sun. Evelyn had seen similar drawings from him before. Usually the same three figures. A woman. A child. And a tall man with darker shading around the eyes. Silas held the notebook proudly. “Do you like it?” Evelyn forced a soft smile. “It’s beautiful.” He studied the picture carefully. Then pointed to the tallest figure.