Transformers Starscream Drawing Novels & Stories

I never once thought he knew. He then smiled, and it was a hundred times brighter than the moonlight. Finally, he turned his head to me, and I became lost in his glowing yellow eyes. I thought it was a dream, but when I woke up, I found myself cuddling his furry and gigantic beast in a cave. ****** It was time for me to go home after spending the night with him. I watched as he shifted into his second striking form. It was so fast that my normal sight was unable to catch up with it. I turned my back as he was naked.

He rushes in and stops at the edge of Adrian’s bed. Adrian’s eyes widen in surprise. “Hey, champ.” Liam pulls out a folded paper from his bag. “I made you a drawing.” Adrian tries to sit up straighter. “Let’s see.” Liam hands it over carefully. It’s a crayon sketch of the three of us—me, Liam, and Adrian—holding hands under a bright yellow sun. There’s even a dog beside us, though we don’t have one. Adrian stares at it, clearly touched. “This is amazing.”

“You watch too much N*****x, bro.” Lennon didn’t bother responding. He tried shutting them all out and focusing on the paper in his lap. Slowly, his hand started moving. He sketched the dagger first, then the beads that wrapped it like they were trying to strangle the blade, then the scars that sliced clean through a rose like they’d been earned in fire. Page after page, he drew everything he could see. Damian continued teaching like he hadn’t just turned the entire room into a collective thirst trap.

Astra was not exactly sure she liked that about him, she was not perfect either, so she was not in the position to be choosy. “I am done,” Jared said, stretching his sketch pad to her. Astra took the pad from his hand, when their finger brushed, she looked up and saw him smiling, she smiled at him in return. Astra looked at the sketch and saw a replica of herself. She was wearing a cheeky smile in the sketch, the type that children wore when they wanted to do something sneaky. Astra smiled at the replica, wondering what was on his mind when he drew her with that smile.

They wobbled like her handwriting on a bad day. I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted iron. He turned around and smiled, showing off his dimple. “She said you helped pick my name.” I nodded once, a sharp jerk of my head. He grabbed the box of crayons I’d found under the old cot and started drawing on the wall beside the door. His tongue stuck out a little, his brow furrowed and hs wrist moved like he’d done this a hundred times. He used red for everything; the sky, the wolves and her dress.

A piece of paper fluttered out. It was a drawing. Crayons on construction paper. Catherine picked it up, and her blood ran cold. The drawing showed two stick figures standing on a jagged white line (the ice). One was labelled "Daddy," drawn in blue. The other was labelled "Sad Man," drawn in red. They were fighting. But above them, the sky was ripped open. A black hole was drawn in the clouds. And coming out of the hole wasn't light. It was a tentacle. A massive, black, spiraling limb covered in eyes.

My heart softens instantly. “Mama!” he yells, running to me as soon as I step out of the car. “Hey, bug,” I say, scooping him into a hug. “What’s that you’ve got there?” “My drawing!” Liam says proudly, unfolding it for me to see. It’s a colorful crayon picture of me, my parents, and Liam, all holding hands under a big yellow sun. But there’s an empty space on one side of the page.

Ashton and Scarlett sang in unison and ran to hug me, I laughed and stretched my arms wide to hold them close in a warm embrace. “My babies! How was your first day?” The three of us asked each other at once, my little angels’ worry erased the fatigue of the tiring day. “Mine was great. What about you?” They got excited when I kissed them both, Scarlett exclaimed gleefully and showed me a piece of an abstract art, labeled as forest. “I got a star in my drawing.” Now, it was Ashton’s turn to impress me, his drawing of a lion was more than a cat at first glance.