Novel & Cerita Yandere Drawings

“I’m sorry. I’m an Alpha. It’s in my nature, and despite everything, you’re still… my mate.” My cheeks heat a little at the reminder, but I shake my head again. “Get a grip on yourself next time. Ezra just wanted a portrait done to give to his girlfriend. If you consider that sexual, then you’ll be furious to find out that I drew fully nude men multiple times in college.” Arthur clears his throat. “You have?” I nod, glancing at him. “Yes. It’s common in figure drawing. It’s good to draw the body uninhibited by clothes, so that you can get a good grasp of the skeletal and muscular structure. I’ve drawn nude women, too.”

The scissors lay limply by the side, as though tired of being used. "Esmeralda Queendaline Raymonds, what in heaven's name has come over you?" Jade screamed.C was still too surprised at the sight she beheld to say a word. "Mummy Jade, mummy Chloe, I have been dyaing all day. I dyew you and you and my fyend Yicky. Come see!" They slowly followed her to the bathroom, their eyes shocked, their lips parted open in shock. Confused on what to say. There, on the marble bathroom walls, that Jade had spent thousands of pounds on ship and had shipped in from Australia were three drawings of big heads and tiny broom-like hands and legs, and waists so tiny Jade thought they were light strokes from short

I bet his drawings are dark just like his personality, I mused going after him. I drew to a shocking stop when I followed him into what I have just realized is his studio. Scattered all over the small room were canvas drawings of intimate images of the female form. My cheeks burned hotter than a hot iron as I stared at them. “What! Not what you expected?” He mocked with an arch of his brow, watching me intently. I was rendered speechless, and a little part of me was turned on by the drawings. They looked so good, like they could come alive any moment.

Miranda squatted down to hug the little fellow, "Darling, did you finish your drawing? Brian nodded affirmatively. "What did you draw? Can I look at it?" Brian immediately passed the drawing to her to have a look at. The moment she saw it, her eyes teared up. As usual, she was the subject of the drawing. The colors used in the painting were vibrant and dream-like. She was lying on a small bed, holding a storybook in hand. However, Brian had drawn it from his perspective, when he was lying by her side and watching her from below.

"You can look now, Ate Graziel." Graziel accepted the drawing with a warm smile. Three stick figures were drawn on the paper. One was a tall man. One was a little girl. And the last one was a woman with long hair. All three of them were holding hands. A gentle smile appeared on Graziel's face. "It's beautiful." "This is Daddy." Junie pointed at the tallest figure. "And this is me." Graziel nodded. "And this..." The little girl smiled brightly. "...is you."

with sketches. Hundreds of them, perhaps more. They were pinned, layered, overlapping in places, forming a tapestry of graphite and emotion. Some were rough and unfinished, others intricately detailed, but all bore the same intensity. I took a slow step forward, my eyes moving across them. Faces. Expressions. Moments captured with startling clarity. At first I couldn't understand who they were. All of them were females. Until my attention went to the center of the room. Aurelia... She appeared again and again, drawn in countless variations. Smiling, laughing, lost in thought, weighed down by sorrow. Each sketch revealed a different facet of her, each one more intimate than the last.

It looks like I’m laughing, blissfully happy. My heart slams against my ribs as I flip to the next page, this one a drawing of me from the waist up, a mischievous grin on my face and my long hair covering my bare breasts. I flip to the next one. And the next one. Pages upon pages of my face, my body. There must be a hundred of them. Every single sketch is me.

"I'll be right out, can you wait for me? I need to close the windows." Yihai nodded and went out. Immediately he was out the door, Jaesung sighed and sat on his bed, gripping his hair. "That was close, mum you nearly gave me a heart attack." He reached for his drawer and opened it, bringing out the sketchbook with the sketch of an eye on the first page, a very familiar eye. He opened it and smiled at it and his silly fantasies that would never come true. His favorite now was a recent painting of Yukei holding his hands as they walked under a cherry blossom shower. He laughed at how he thought it was a good idea to paint them in traditional Joseon era hanboks. It just fit the mood, he thinks.

I don’t think Carrie realized she heard, and with my head between them, she may not have seen the grin. Just knowing that it would make her squirm, I moved my hand up and cupped Carrie’s bust while looking over her shoulder to see what they were reading. It turned out to be some pen and ink drawings of women in erotic poses. Some were nature scenes, others were of two or three people in various states of undress and in the midst of various sex acts. The one on the right page was a woman licking up the base of an erect cock of some unseen man. The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust.

Going through the heat in the middle of their conversation in the library so that means there are only a few days left for Koishi's death I can wait' "Master you are really a sadistic one aren't you" this only made Koishi roll his eyes in response 'Does this guy even care for his master' Nakamura Koishi is one of the protagonists of the game also known as the Yandere character who is obsessive about the MC in this game. No matter what route, the sweet, innocent boy has two faces. Who can act cute one second and another second he can either kill who dares to take his MC or be killed to save her.