Novel & Cerita Scarlet Spider Drawing

But she knew she didn’t want to get in any trouble, especially the kind that would force her to Easton’s office. Just the memory of those cold eyes made a shiver run down her spine but the kiss flashed before her making her lips tingle at the memory. Scarlet shook her head, refusing to drown in memories that involved a gorgeous blue-eyed statue, and focused on work. By late afternoon, when she finally managed to finish, Scarlet took out her sketchbook and began to work on some designs that caught Sky’s attention. "Damn girl, you really need to teach me how you make such beautiful designs, I’d definitely wear this!"

Unfortunately, I had to go back. Begrudgingly, I returned to the little camp, the sun nearly completely gone by this point. But between Scarlett’s heightened eyesight in the dark and the campfire’s glow, there was no mistaking the scene I found upon my return. I instantly stopped dead in my tracks. “What are you...,” I whispered, barely getting the words out. He looked up from my notebook as I spoke, apparently not even caring that I caught him. “What are these drawings? Where did you get them?” he asked, flicking through the pages. “Some of them are... strange.”

Liora folded her arms, beaming like she already won the war. “You see, Scar-rat,” she sneered, “some people are born superior. Some people are born trash.” Mira softly asked Scarlet with watery eyes, “Why, Scarlet? You were rushing that you didn’t even have the time to write your name?” Her voice trembled like she already knew the answer would shatter her. Scarlet only laughed, a dark, humorless sound that didn’t match the panic brewing behind her eyes. “Of course I wrote my fucking name, Mira. I’m not that careless.” Her jaw clenched, her wolf snarling beneath her skin, irritated, pacing.

“Cute. But the squirrel’s always been my favorite.” I wipe the deer from the screen and quickly sketch out a squirrel with big black eyes and rosy cheeks in reds and pinks. Hallee isn’t alone in thinking that since I get emails from customers asking for more of Pascal, the cute squirrel, every week. “Are you still doing the sticker pack?” Hallee asks as I color the squirrel in before I turn my attention to the forest background. I nod. “You want one?” “Yeah. I’m trying out bullet journaling and I’m tired of all the blank pages.”

The spider scanned with its crimson eyes but failed to detect him. Suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared in midair, stepping on the spider's head, his black robe fluttering.

Catelyn inwardly sneered at the thought. "Whatever. This is his home anyway," she said. "Mommy, don't you want to see him?" Ollie's beautiful eyes blinked, staring at Catelyn. Before she could answer him, Cedrick arrived in front of them. Seeing Ollie's crayon drawing halfway through, he said with a slightly blunt but gentle tone, "What are you drawing?" "Spyderman!" Ollie raised his little hand and pointed at his drawing. "This is Spyderman's head, hands, and feet. He can spit out webs from his fingers and fly over walls. Many of my friends in school like him a lot!"

the professor asked. “I have some questions for you,” Tyr said. The professor hurriedly nodded. “Big Brother, ask away. I will tell you everything I know.” Having said that, the professor took out a sketch from his pocket and shoved it into Tyr’s hand. He continued, “Big Brother, this is the sketch I drew yesterday. It contains all of Kirin’s research of the Red Spider over the years and the distribution of the industrial chain. With this diagram, you can find out the distribution of the Red Spider in the entire north within minutes.”

"You’re pretty bold for a student who looks weak. You’re even shouting at me." Then, Kendall turned her palm and saw there were many hairy objects. Lucia shuddered and took a deep breath. There was a huge spider on Kendall’s palm. The spider was 10 centimeters, was black and had red eyes. The spider looked venomous. Lucia came to her senses a few seconds later and turned to Kendall. "You… What are you doing?"

A smaller gray wolf sat off to the other side of the throne, looking on in what seemed to be envy. The Inside of her forearm as she reached out to stroke the beast was covered in scars. She brought her hand to her mouth to cover a choked sob. The most distressing part about the picture was that a glance at her arm revealed that each scar’s placement was shockingly accurate to a degree even she couldn’t match without looking. A tear fell onto the paper, pooling on the blood-red sash draped across her chest in the drawing. It was one of the few sparse uses of color in the entire sketchbook. The other was the shade of red he had used for her hair.