Sasuke Uchiha Artwork Novels & Stories

They also brighten up the hair and the lips and really compliment the rest of her face. By then she excitedly began to chatter exuberantly about her collection. "I got excited because the painting behind you was made by Death. A mysterious artist who paints crime arts. And that painting ..." Sumire pointed at the painting behind the young man. She was still sitting on his lap while her left hand was resting on the man's chest and her right hand was pointing at the painting. Mr. Aslanov was leaned against on the backrest of the swivel chair and he tightened his grip on the maiden's waist so that she may not fall over on the side when she recklessly moved on top of him. "... is called the "Vul

"I'll be right out, can you wait for me? I need to close the windows." Yihai nodded and went out. Immediately he was out the door, Jaesung sighed and sat on his bed, gripping his hair. "That was close, mum you nearly gave me a heart attack." He reached for his drawer and opened it, bringing out the sketchbook with the sketch of an eye on the first page, a very familiar eye. He opened it and smiled at it and his silly fantasies that would never come true. His favorite now was a recent painting of Yukei holding his hands as they walked under a cherry blossom shower. He laughed at how he thought it was a good idea to paint them in traditional Joseon era hanboks. It just fit the mood, he thinks.

the voice responded with a hint of amusement. Sia hummed thoughtfully, then pointed toward another piece hanging nearby. “What do you see in this one?” she asked, her steps taking her closer to it. “Abstract,” he replied with little hesitation. Sia smiled and handed him a pair of sleek black sunglasses. “What do you see now?” He hesitated before slipping them on, his expression shifting as his gaze swept over the piece. “Blood... War...” he murmured, almost as if the artwork itself had stirred something inside him. Something so ugly and uncomfortable.

He was holding himself back from crossing the line. Damn! He rushed into the bathroom again. After a few minutes, he was in his art room sketching a design. All over the walls were covered with pictures and sketches of Monica. He was like a fan. An obsessed psychopath, all over the floor were her pictures. Even on the screen on the wall, he was sketching designs over her avatar version. A smile grazed his lips as he was finally done with his design. A slight knock sounded on his door, and it was pushed in. Susanna walked in with a glass of water.

I will remember this. The sentinels were so happy that they approached Sushi but they couldn't get too close because they were still afraid of Sushi. He is a necromancer after all. So I ran to Sushi and hugged him. His black fur is soft as I hug him. "You're amazing." Congratulations to Sushi. I've only seen Sushi fight like this. He's deadly. It was thee who is not commanded, my own mistress. Without your command, I cannot function.

he added and soon after, his spirit turned completely black with a red lining. The spirit, which looks like a shadow, started to take the form of a knight with midnight black armor with a red symbol on the chest part, the same as the mark on Saiya's nape. Like the other shadow that attacked the guard, his face was gone but his eyes turned light blue completely. From his side, a long sword emerged. SAIYA, still unconscious on the outside, found herself in a dark castle with un-lit chandeliers hanging on the high ceiling. The walls are lit by candles and on every corner and foundation, a Knight Statue can be found; standing tall while holding a sword on the front.

I could put on a brave face and pretend to be unafraid of the entire world, but when it came to my heart, it didn’t lie. His right hand moved farther up until he reached my neck. He wrapped his fingers completely around, getting me in the perfect grip if he wanted to choke me. His fingers pressed into me threateningly. I held my breath. I focused my gaze on his chest, seeing the black ink that was all over his body. Some of the images were of skulls or blades. Some were small trees, and another was a European soldier from the second world war. His body was a canvas, and I wondered what the artwork meant.