Twisted Pebble Drawing Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jade screamed angrily, tearing out and crumpling up a sheet of paper from her sketchbook. She threw it across the room and it landed on the floor close to the door, increasing the litter of crumpled paper and broken pencils in the room. She took a new pencil from behind her ears, her fingers shaky as she began to draw lines and curves, in readiness for another sketch. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture a face, Tiger's face - that was what they called him but she knew his name began with the letter H.

Nice to see I'm setting trends but at least give me credit for it. Three years in, and she was still stuck at the bottom because of her petty behavior. Tobias's room was unlocked when I knocked, suggesting he might be waiting for me. I opened the door quietly, momentarily stunned as my blue eyes met his piercing grey ones. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. I could have blamed it on the liquor, but he was a well-crafted specimen: neatly trimmed beard, dark curly hair, chiseled jawline, and long lashes fluttering at me as I quickly switched to work mode.

When she handed Felix the drawing, he took it with his free hand and carefully unfolded it. At the bottom of the drawing, the twins had signed their name with shaky writing – ‘Love, Aaron & Lily’. The work was more cubism than realism, with its clashing colors and distorted symmetry but it was undoubtedly the nicest thing that anyone had given him in a while. As he sat on the ground with a drawing from two ten year olds in one hand and Cassie’s dainty hand in the other, he felt at peace.

Jacob yelled as he exploded in anger. Both of them continued struggling, and during their tussle, something fell from the owner’s sleeve. Charlie frowned when he saw the fallen item. Staring at it, it turned out to be a fist-sized white pebble that looked just like any regular pebble that could be found by the river or beach. However, the only difference was the fact that there were a few words carved on the pebble—Peace and Wealth! The font was very crude, and at first glance, it was evident that these words had been manually carved onto the pebble.

Sitting on the floor put him perfectly at the twins' eye level. Maple immediately scrambled forward to the very edge of the cushions. He shoved the messy stack of dragon drawings right into Tate's large hands. "Look at this, Dad!" Maple said, his voice full of excitement. "You need to see the water dragons. They are moving across the big ocean right now because the mountains are too cold." Tate held the paper carefully, his massive fingers holding the edges gently so he would not rip the crayon drawing. "Tell me about these marks in the corner, Maple," Tate said softly, pointing a finger at the crayon scribbles. "What do they mean?"