Siren Head Drawing Novels & Stories

This is a nightmare. “I said stop.” Firmer this time. She smirks like she thinks this is foreplay. I catch Cara glancing over mid-autograph and her eyes flick from me to this girl, her expression unreadable but sharp. Great. Just what I need. Cara seeing me get mauled by a fan like a fucking zoo animal. The girl steps closer, running her fingers along the chain at my throat. “Relax. You’re so tense. I bet you’re fun when you loosen up—”

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.

Sirius draws small circles along my spine, my head laying on his chest as his other hand lazily crawls up my inner thigh sinfully close to my center before drawing back down. His breath flutters over my face in soothing waves, and I move in closer, my curves matching the firm outline of his body perfectly.

" Are you feeling good down there?" " I am," I peeked at my drawing. Inspecting the somehow horrifying image. Okay! To get this straight...I drew something which almost seemed to look like an eagle...it had wings so long that it occupied the entire space of the paper. The wings had symbols that I saw as designs. I made its eyes wide like that of an owl but its peak was like that of a raven. It was flying, and behind it, I drew a small moon at the corner of the paper, beneath the eagle's feet was a trace of reflecting water.

“I was confused and pissed. Then I saw a Seer, and I was told that Irene is being played by a Siren.” I blinked. “A siren?” I asked. “Like a mermaid?” He shook his head. “No… like Chuck.” I tilted my head at him. “I didn’t think Sirens existed, and I thought they were lime mermaids,” I admitted. “Those types of Sirens are fairytales,” he explained. “But real sirens can be male or female… and anything in between. They don’t have to sing to get people attached to them. But they can make anyone think they are fated mates. They can make you so drawn to them that you can’t breathe without them. They take everything and anything they want from you, and when they break your heart, it’s like your en

Being an Alpha is such work, I really needed to be with her always, buy my responsibilities are important too. I sit on the chair and open the scrapbook slowly. I dusted it off first though because it's so dusty. Wow, what beautiful drawings? I am met by a beautiful drawing on the first page. There is a small scribbling like a signature at the bottom of the page. And it looks like Sylvia's name. The first drawing is of a bridge, there is water under the bridge and a charming Scenery at the end of the bridge. There is also quite rising sunshine. The start of the bridge is rough and rocky. The drawing has so many little details in it.

His longing for her was so great that he began to move restlessly in the water, waiting impatiently for her to return. Suddenly he was pulled under the water. His hands shot out, trying to grab on to something, anything. But there was nothing but water. He looked down and saw something glittering in the water. It was a tail. But it wasn't like the mer creatures tail he was used to. This one was different. It was silver in colour and it had sharp edges. It was a siren! Xavier realized this the moment the siren looked up at him. He tried to speak but water rushed down his throat, choking him.

Siren calms down, but she still feels on edge. As we got to the pack house. That bloody red car pulled up behind us. Siren gets agitated again, “Mate.” Siren yells in my mind. I looked over to see who she was talking about. It could be anyone in the car. All the doors open. Lastly, the driver opens his door and steps out of the car. “Mate,” Siren yells again.

Coloured chalks in hand, she is deep in concentration. The noisy chatter of the young adults as they take their seats behind her barely registering as she concentrates on the task in hand. She has already drawn the parted legs and rounded arse cheeks and was now working on the pussy lips, the outer labia. Her drawing was graphic in its anatomical correctness and state of arousal.