Suspense Drawing Novels & Stories

“What does that mean? Am I a suspect in whatever you are investigating?” “That is what I want to confirm.” “This is ridiculous.” I walked back into the room, knowing he would follow me. I took my seat before turning to him but I noticed his attention was on something else. My drawing. Shit. I forgot about that. I turned the drawing board around and cleared my throat. “I am busy so be fast with your questions.” “Right.” His eyes darted around, his hands clenched into fists. “I hope you don't take this the wrong way.”

But beneath all of that… there was a hum I couldn’t silence. Temptation. Buzzing through me like caffeine and a dare all wrapped into one. It wasn’t just the money, though that was insane. It was the mystery. The danger. What kind of man offers a hundred million per painting and disappears like smoke? What kind of man doesn’t exist on the internet? What kind of man makes me feel like I could step outside the lines I’ve spent my whole life coloring inside? My hand moved before I could stop it. I opened the side drawer slowly and reached inside. The card was still there—flat, matte black with his name etched in minimalist gold foil:

Thanking them afterwards as I stand back up should earn me an acting career. By evening, Rhea and Sage leave for the day, and I’m alone in this room again. The silence feels both peaceful and heavy at the same time. I lock the door, take a deep breath, and reach into my bra. My fingers slide down and connect with the piece of paper I’ve been acutely aware of all day.. It feels heavy in my hands as I pull it out and walk to the table Smoothing the edges with my hands until the drawing becomes clear, I stare at it Lynsandra never disappoints.

He was too handsome for an ugly person like me. I looked away from them. On my way home, I spot an elderly guy with a huge sign along the road, written, "Beware of the beast who hides in human skin that walks among us." I didn't understand why I was so frightened when I read it. Briggs, the elderly guy, was insane; he lost his mind when his daughter went missing. Nothing he wrote on that piece of cardboard was sane. Arriving home, I went straight to my room and locked myself in. I sat at my desktop and typed in the search engine, "Beast who hides in human skin."

Chapter 241 THEO The drawing happened by accident. It was after school, in the hour before dinner when I usually did homework or read or sorted the dinosaur collection according to whichever system I was using that week. I had my pencil in my hand because I had been going to finish the ankylosaurus from two nights ago, the one I had been working on when the dream came. I looked at the page. The ankylosaurus was half-finished, the body roughly right, the tail club still needing work. I had a reference picture propped against the lamp that I had been using to get the proportions correct.

It contained the drawing of a wolf and the signature A at the bottom. I studied the grey and black patterns of the drawing wondering if this was how Alaric's wolf was. Or was it his dad's or his mom? I shoved the papers back into the drawer and moved away from the dresser. Sorrel stood behind me silently, his eyes occasionally checking the floor and brushing the cobwebs that clung to his feet. “I think we should go.” I said, a shiver coursing down my spine. The room gave me creeps especially with the untouched state.

not even once. I didn’t think much of it at first because this place was full of people whose minds worked in ways I couldn’t follow or analyze and I had bigger things to worry about than a stranger’s fixation on my pretty ass. So yeah, I can’t blame her. But then things started happening and it made me hella uncomfortable. A drawing slid under my door one night, it was made with charcoal, rough and it looked like my face, except the eyes were wrong, too wide and too hungry like whoever drew it saw something in me that wasn’t actually there.

Whirling sensations instantly crept on him. Of all the people, why is he the one who is sketched on that old paper? He can't be wrong. That drawing is his face. He feels dizzy, all of a sudden. He has been sleepless since he found that girl on that completely dark and empty road and that's because of the obvious troubling fact that the girl called him Heron that night. And just now, another haunting mystery will surely make him antsier and more restless. Because of that sketch of him.

I touched my head and murmured in pain. "Are you okay".he asked when she noticed what was going on. I ignored him question and stared at the picture again. I look properly at the drawing and realized it wasn't drawn by one person .this picture was drawned by two people. "Who drew this picture with you ". I asked, he stood up from her seat and walked towards me. "Which picture". he asked "This". The Moment he saw the drawing, I saw him froze in fear, and he nervously bites his lips.