Unique Badass Hourglass Drawings Novels & Stories

] Granny smiled before she cut the mindlink. I slipt down the sofa and sneaked into Kirsch's office before I found myself some paper and a pencil. The afternoon was bright and sleepy as the sunshine cast on the sofa. I lay on my belly as I drew the design I liked the most so far. I didn't rush into it as I had my fun, laying on my belly with my legs in the air. The sun moved across the window as time passed by. It was when I finished the super huge design that I realized Al wasn't back yet.

Blaze’s breasts strained upward, and he could see her ribs expand and contract with every breath. Once again, Fabien was hopelessly torn between admiring her skill, wanting to capture her perfection on paper, and needing to touch her so badly his groin was aching with it. ‘Start drawing, you moron. You know very well that is going to be like this all morning. The sooner this painful session is over, the sooner you can have your sanity back.’ Holding his pencil in a death grip, Fabien started to sketch. An hour later, he’d captured a dozen poses and sustained a hard-on for longer than he’d thought was humanly possible.

Then I reached the drawings. Someone had sat with a living thing and drawn it the way the old human anatomists drew, every line put down to be true rather than pretty. A figure, standing, filling the page. Not a man. It stood on two legs and had two arms, but the arms hung to the knees, longer than any arm I'd ever shaken. The jaw ran out too far and hung too heavy, built to hold more teeth than a face has room for. In its own panel beside it, the hands: longer in the palm than mine, the bone at the last joint of each finger hooked, a claw drawn back into the shape of a nail and not quite hidden there.

It was just like the writings of a computer, neatly and clearly obvious. Her perfect handwriting flows gracefully across the page, with elegant curves and consistent spacing. Each letter was meticulously formed, exuding a sense of sophistication and precision that captures attention and invites admiration. I picked up the drawings, and observed the nude pictures perfectly sketched out on blank sheets. This young Miss drawing is a mesmerizing dance of colors and lines, weaving together to create a vivid tapestry of emotions. With each stroke, she breathes life into her creation, capturing fleeting moments of beauty and depth.

"Wow, that was so fast. I thought it was going to take hours or something. " "It's just a sketch; that doesn't take much time. " He explains as I stand a few steps away from him and Emerson turns the drawing to my view. My eyes widen at the sight of the beautiful craft he has created. He's right; it's more like a sketch but you can clearly tell which details are which and it looks so fucking beautiful. The outline of the way my hair rolls down my shoulders, the top that I slid off my shoulders to reveal the skin under and my hands on my crossed legs– everything is so fucking perfect and I can't believe Emerson Ford is capable of something like this.

She was upset that I didn't recognize her, and seemed deeply upset when I pushed her arms away and stared at her. Despite the simple black dress, the neckline was deep enough for the tattoo of his capital sin to be quite significant and easy to decipher. In the center of the small trunk was the image of a fat badger with his mouth wide open, where a small man fell into it. Around the animal, crosses, tombstones and flames spiralled over the woman's pale skin. The rest of the drawing was not noticeable enough for me to lose more than a few seconds staring, so I looked away when she also looked.

My subconscious blamed me. "You know I will not worry too much about anything." I said to myself. I pulled off my coat and sat on the couch to study the drawings. I have five beings to find and I haven't found any. The three of us had five drawings which were all the same, that made the whole thing look more real. The first, a little boy, around Kabal's age. He has a special kind of eye, it looked too white, not gray, he's a little shepard. Second, like a slave girl, I see that she works in a brothel, She has a short hair that barely reached her shoulder. Third, a male with a pet, a white wild cat. Fourth, also a male, he has a birthmark beneath his left eye. The fifth, it's hard to discern

A video of a model in just a pull-up and crop top wearing ridiculous heals was number one trending with a quote of weirdest fahsion style. She had make up on her face badly applied and her hair was in two pigtails.

His soul almost departed from his body when he nearly failed to clasp the drawing paper. With an enormous conundrum in his mind, Celeb slowly unfolded the paper before becoming frozen in his place. His jaws dropped along with dilating his eyes in disbelieve. He blinked a couple of moment before scanning the artwork deeply. It was the face of a woman lying down under a tree shutting off her elegant eyes in sleep. Even from his miserable sketch, Celeb could infer that the woman was incredibly gorgeous. But the most disquieting part was that it was nearly impossible to decipher her exact facial appearance because of his hopeless drawing skill.

Makenzie finished order in her mask and was lost in her own thoughts. She was thinking about how much of a gentleman he was, and how happy he was. He must be dating a girl who had a crush on him! In the box. Cassius held a drawing in his hand. On the drawing, it was a very special diamond, two intertwined lines, tightly wrapped around a six clawed diamond, and the entire circle of these two lines was intertwined, creating a very unique design.