Sans Drawing Novels & Stories

"Deduct whatever needs to be deducted." He looked at me standing alone at the front desk and, in the end, didn't say anything else. After all, in what family did a wedding get handled entirely by the bride alone, from beginning to end, without the groom's parents ever showing their faces? By the time I signed the final cancellation agreement, night had fallen completely. I returned the pen to the manager. Just as I stepped out through the revolving door, my phone vibrated. It was a message from the secondhand marketplace.

Perry asked. I looked at Dustin, feeling sad. I really didn’t want to show my drawing. All the other kids had mommies, daddies, brothers, or sisters in their pictures, but I didn’t have any of those. Even Dustin had them, too. It made me feel like crying. “Mrs. Perry, can I go first?” Dustin chimed in, smiling at the teacher. She agreed, and Dustin eagerly showed everyone his drawing, so Mrs. Perry seemed to forget about mine.

Hence, she was forced to change the main character for today's drawing to Nathan. She regretfully had forgotten how Nathan looked. She could only try her best to draw him better. He needed to be more good-looking than Xander. Although, in reality, Nathan was very unlikely to be more handsome than Xander. She had drawn many pictures of Nathan. Some were drinking coffee, some were sitting down, some were standing, and some were even silhouettes...

Queen quarreled playfully. "Chill out its not like I...." "Daddy!!!!" A voice intrups Dennis and they all look to see a young girl ran to meet Dennis, Holding gerald's sketch book. "Uncle tell her to give me my draw painting." Jr ran down, whining. "Daddy you need to see this." Aiden was laughing as she was showing the drawing to Dennis. It was a sketch of two couple without body. Just head, tiny leg and hands it's so hilarious to her.

He drops his gaze to the books beside me, I take them in my lap, jerking my hair out his hands. I go through the pages and most of the answers are okay, just not excellently described. I close the books and set them aside, picking up my sketch to add more detail to the daisy considering it's the only part of the drawing that I have full confidence is art, the rest of the drawing? I think it will earn me an A- as usual. Wait, what if the snake shades it's skin as it slithers through the skull like the daisy shaded it's petals?

He won't be an assassin if he isn't ruthless. Hygiene. Soren repeats the word in his head again. He has never felt so dirty and unwanted. With trembling hands, Soren reaches out and grips the pen. He stares at the paper and gulps. “I don't know how to draw,” he mutters, glancing up at the alpha. Theon tsk, trapping his cigar between his lips before snatching the pen from his hand and dragging the paper to himself as he leans forward. “Start talking,”

Adrian would throw a tantrum if he saw me in this position, so I stood and leaned against the door. He nodded enthusiastically. “This one has more details.” I took the drawing from him, my chest tightening in the softest way. It was another image of us again. Four figures this time. Adrian, me, Ollie… and a slightly bigger circle where the baby was. There were tiny lines now, little attempts at arms and legs. “It’s growing,” he explained seriously, pointing at the paper in my grip. “So I made it bigger.” “That’s very accurate,” I say, my voice gentler than I expect.

Darn! I decide to call back, this time for a video call, but the connection is interrupted. I wait for a moment, pacing back and forth, feeling my pulse quicken. Furthermore, I glance back at the drawing. Some details are still missing, but you can see a woman pulling a man out of an abyss.

Even if I never get to be free again… at least she can. I look down at the drawing in my hand. The crayon lines are uneven, bright, and a little messy. But I can tell she worked hard on it. It’s just the two of us. Me and Bailey. Stick figures standing side by side with our arms outstretched, a little heart between us, and a wolf pup curled at our feet. No father. No man looming behind us. No second name scribbled at the corner. She doesn’t draw Enzo.

Alex nods calmly, “Okay, we still haven’t agreed on what to present though.” “Your drawings.” It seems like the perfect idea; his drawings are beautiful and well, original. “You can draw something that captures you, the part of you that no one sees.” Even me, I want to add, but I decide not to. I look at him, watching him watch me. “What’re you going to do?” Alex asks gently, I stare at the closed book.