Yandere Drawings Novels & Stories

The next several pages were all about the different cities in hell, and what to expect from each city, the creatures that dwelled there, the habitats they all lived in, and what they contributed to hell, as well as the highest ranked household and it's respective head or council member. I wanted more on Hades, more on the King himself and his history, but I had to stop looking through because a particular drawing of some kind drew my attention. My fingers traced on the drawing, I was completely mesmerized by what I was seeing, at the same time a huge sense of doom completely enveloped me. There was a female, or what I thought was a female, and I could see her back, she was completely naked a

“Couldn’t find a good movie to watch?” “What are these?” Ian’s voice was shaky. He held up one of the drawings. A sketch of himself, asleep. “Why do you have these? This is… this is creepy, Zhedya.” Zhedya walked closer. He picked up another drawing from the box…this one of Ian looking out a window, a sad look on his face. “Creepy?” He sounded genuinely puzzled, maybe a little hurt. “They’re drawings of my fiancé. We were lovers, Ian. You don’t remember, but I have always told you.”

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.

She made dozens of sketches but was not satisfied with any of them. Not to mention the face, the ten male leads all have the same face, all are cold handsome men, the problem is the body and eyes. The author created the male protagonist to have sharp, cold eyes, but inside he hides loneliness and resentment. His attitude is also a bit contradictory, both indifferent and cold but also indescribably warm. Her combination of conflicting attitudes makes her very difficult to draw. Normally she draws either cold and indifferent or warm like sunlight, but she has never drawn such a conflicted male protagonist.

Half-finished profiles, small studies of my mouth, my knuckles. He didn't just draw my hands. He drew the veins on my forearm. He drew the calluses on my fingers. He drew the scar on my left palm. I feel something in my chest lurch. This isn't a sketch book. It's an obsession, and I’m so here for it. I flip a page and my breath stills in my throat. It’s me, drawn from the side, on my knees. My head is bowed, my hands clasped behind my back. It’s not last night. It’s from a drill. But the focus he’s captured is all sex. The tension in my spine, the line of my ass.

“Don’t be silly, Haru. I’m just spreading the love of Yaoi around.” Matt said, “Holy shit! These two are making out.” Jess nodded her head. She flipped through more pages for Matt and said, “See, this part here is even more intense.” Isaac frowned. “Why aren’t there any cocks? I mean, don’t they draw cocks?” I felt my face burning hot while Jess chuckled. She said, “Some of them are censored.” Isaac said, “Well, that’s disappointing. I’d want to see some cocks. The bigger the better.”

The raids, even with what we found and what I discovered about myself, it was a good distraction and kept me from focusing on Yasmine, how I treated her and that I failed her every time she needed me. I look down at the papers in front of me and realise that I have been doodling again, and it's similar to the carving I did on that trunk with Mary when I was younger. I had drawn Yasmine’s panther Lorelei with Morpheus’s wolf and the moon and hearts entwined with two crowns, but there were two differences: one was the adding of Zelda Yasmine’s Lycan and another very small pup, one side was panther the other Lycan.

It swirled in lazy patterns with every step I took, making it obvious no one had been in here for years. The stillness in the air felt heavy and untouched, as if the room itself had been holding its breath, waiting for someone to return and disturb it. Drawings covered the walls, some pinned haphazardly while others were curled at the edges where the adhesive had failed. They depicted all kinds of things, but the majority were creatures twisted, nightmarish things with too many limbs, hollow eyes and gaping mouths lined with jagged teeth. Among the creatures were strange Landscapes places that looked warped and wrong, as if reality had stretched too thin. There were also people, some drawn i

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

I said moving closer to where she was,s she didn't have to reply cause I saw the drawings seated at her table, they were excellent. There was a carving of a wolf and a baby and another with a wolf and a little girl and the last one she was still working on had a wolf and a young lady, if looked closely you would see that these drawings looked alike in appearance both the girls and the wolves. “ you drew all these?” “Yea, h I can't remember where I learned how to nor where I saw these images” I took the drawings and stared at them for a while and realized it was a trilogy, the different stages of both their lives like they were growing together.