Vivziepop Sketches Novels & Stories

But there was someone waiting for them with fury in her eyes. If it was up to her, she would have already bombed the whole house so that all of them could die. Vivian was sitting on one of the chair and as soon as she saw them, she stood up with her protruding stomach. she looked funny wearing a loose T-shirt and a tight legging hugging her slender legs like a second skin. Damian couldn’t help but laugh as he winked at Devin. “If I could draw her and post her on Tik tok, I am sure that it will get me a lot of likes. May be, it could possibly go viral. what do you think?” Devin whispered.

Violet tilted her chin up, beaming as people gathered around her like she was royalty. ‘Some people,’ she drawled, flicking a look in my direction, ‘could design the Mona Lisa out of rhinestones and still die broke. They’ll never get a Laurent invite. It’s tragic, really.’ She even threw in a couple of pity clucks, like a gossiping aunt at a family reunion. Subtlety was not her strong suit. I didn’t even blink. Kept right on sketching. Then my phone dinged. Yvaine had sent a photo of a dress and a message:

Marcie Jones was puzzled, not understanding what kind of sketches could keep him captivated for three days. "These are the sketches you've been looking at?" She picked up the sketchbook placed on the desk and looked at the few drawings on it. In Marcie Jones' eyes, these drawings were completely crude, rough, and lacking sophistication. "What's so fascinating about these? Any design assistant under the company could draw something like this." "Yeah, there's nothing impressive about them," Ezra casually replied, but it was precisely these sketches that he couldn't take his eyes off no matter what. These past few days, he found out that Vivienne had returned to take care of her mother who was

it was funny how much Victor had spoiled his girl and now she was asking to watch TV instead of going to bed. "Aunt Vi just one, please...Papa won't know"Skylar said with a small pout which Vivie found cute. She had no choice but to refuse her. Victor made it clear not to give Skylar any more candies but the little one was taking advantage of her Papa's absence

Vivian was happy that ideas were flowing, so she focused on the drawing until she got her expected final result. When she finished it, she uploaded the drawing as an NFT and placed a price on it. She hoped that a good buyer will get the drawing. She took her sketch pad and thought of what to draw next. Then, she got the inspiration for a skirt. Vivian sketched the skirt on her sketch pad carefully. As she was about to complete it, her eyes felt baggy so she left the drawing and couldn't complete it because she was feeling sleepy. She packed her sketch pad and her laptop, then rested well on her small bed, and slept.

“You’ve always had a talent for this, Vivienne.” I smirked again, not fully buying his praise. “You’re just saying that because you want to make up for the stolen photo,” I teased, raising an eyebrow at him. Ezekiel shook his head, still looking at the sketches. “No, really. These are great. You’ve captured the vibe of this place perfectly. I can already picture Vince and Vera running around in those outfits, and I wouldn’t mind wearing something like this either.” He pointed to one of the men’s designs I had just finished sketching.

“Daddy!” I smile at him and enter the room. Isabella carries Venus and hands her to me. I place Veenie on my lap and she makes a happy sound with her mouth as she holds my shirt with her tiny hands. The maid gives me another bow before she leaves the room and closes the door behind her. “What are you drawing?” I ask Ezzie as moves closer to me. He frowns as if offended by my words. “Drawing? No, I am making a sketch.” He shows me his notebook and my brows lift as I see a well-drawn sketch of a watch. There are markings on it and words written that mention the parts of the watch.

He told himself not to think about her but it didn’t seem like it’d work. In her room, Vivi sat at her desk with the lamp on. The light cast soft shadows on the walls. Her sketchbook was open, and her pencil moved quickly across the page. She didn’t paint tonight. Painting felt too loud and emotional. Drawing seemed safer and quieter. She started with simple shapes. Lines. Curves. Nothing serious. But slowly, the shapes turned into something else. A pair of shoulders… Broad, Strong… Another page showed a hand resting against a doorframe.