Toga Draw Novels & Stories

Cut away the fluff. Tobi reached into the pocket of his apron. He didn't pull out a speech. He pulled out a piece of charcoal and his sketchbook. With a speed born of adrenaline, he began to draw. The charcoal shrieked against the paper a raw, honest sound that the microphone picked up with startling clarity. "Wait, what is he doing?" Nike whispered, signaling the engineer to keep recording. "He’s drawing his answer?"

I had to be the one to collect the cash they had to pay before taking a picture. As I'm handing out a couple of their changes, Bryson and Elena approached me. Bryson was handsomely dressed in his black tuxedo, black tie, with a white inner shirt, an expensive silver watch, and shiny leather shoes, while Elene was attired in a mini dress and heels. Her dark pixie hair is styled in curls, and her makeup is beautifully done. "2 dollars for a pic," I said quickly, keeping my eyes on the floor flashing with red lights as Elena glared at me.

Tobias lowered himself to the ground, the ledger trembling in his hands. He stared at the pages until the symbols blurred. All his years of studying, of piecing together fragments, of believing the truth had merely been lost to time, it had never been lost. It had been locked away. He swallowed hard and forced himself to keep reading. Near the back of the ledger, a final page had been folded differently, tucked behind the binding like an afterthought. Tobias carefully unfolded it. A drawing. Two crests carved side by side. One was Morrigan's, sharp, familiar, and unmistakable.

The image looked exactly like her, with every necessary detail of her features present in it. “Who drew this masterpiece, Tayo?” “I did.” “You did?” Idara's eyes widened. “That's not true! You can't draw!” “Says who?” Tayo gnawed on his bottom lip, amused by Idara's doubt. “You obviously don't know me as well as you claimed earlier, don't you think?” Idara chortled, knowing she'd been caught off guard. “Yeah, you're right.” Her eyes slowly travelled down to the beautiful locket in her hands. “God, I feel so special tonight.”

When Togo wanted to say something. "Sorry to make you wait." Popura came and placed all of their orders on the table with a cheerful smile, thanking them then continued her work. Togo's momentum was broken, and she saw him start to eat his steak, but she didn't care and said directly, "Be my fighter." Monica stopped his movement and showed a surprise. "What?" "Be my fighter and fight on the "Kengan Match" that will be held late Saturday this week as my representative fighter," Togo said without looking away from Monica.

"The more you pull away from me, the more determined I'm to pull you towards me." "How flattering." She grimaced. "The little boy wants to play tug of war with me." "I don't understand you!" He suddenly burst out. "I'm already offering you something you won't get from anyone and probably you won't have for the rest of your life but still have to guts to turn it down, to turn me down." "Now that's exactly why I don't want to accept your offer." She snapped back. "You're so full of yourself. You think everyone's willing to bow down in front of you and kiss your shiny shoes in worship. You're so pathetic."