Novel & Cerita Yandere Drawings

A cut model that makes anyone salivate. Staring at Ryder right now, he looked at me like he had been yearning for me. It's not right, why do I want to see what he wants to do to me? I should push him away, I should yell at them for all the times they've made me shed tears but I didn't. They took me to another spacious room, Jaxon following suit and my body was trembling of its own accord. The space was brown and big, Ryder was extremely neat and had drawings that looked like the work of an artist. Sketches of wolves and motorcycles covered one wall, detailed and beautiful.

The drawings were all created using pencils, and one of them depicted a naked woman. The thought of how many naked women Jared had drawn crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. The drawing was truly beautiful. The lines and curves of the woman's body were perfectly executed, making it seem as if I were looking at a real person instead of a drawing. "This is amazing, Jared," I said, not just trying to be polite, but genuinely impressed. Jared brushed off my compliment and continued to flip through the pages, showing me more drawings of naked women. I noticed that their faces were purposely blurred out, and I couldn't help but ask.

I picked up the next drawing, and paused. It was a messy picture of a woman wearing glasses. I blinked, then raised an eyebrow, pointing to myself. “Is… is that me?” Hannah nodded quickly, her fingers twisting together. “Y-yes,” she said nervously. “Is it good?” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. I pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. “Yes. It’s perfect.” She smiled, clearly relieved, her body relaxing against mine. I continued flipping through the drawings, my smile still lingering, until I reached the last one. My hands stilled as I looked at the drawing of four people.

Yara confessed, laughing. "You are such silly. What do you have there?" Lolita caught sight of Yara's sketchpad. Yara looked down on her laps and smiled shyly. It wa one of her numerous sketchpad which was solely dedicated to nature. She wasn't a great artist, so she just made imperfect sketches about clouds, mountains and the sun! when it is setting. She did even know how she did it bit whenever she sketched and people happen to go through it, they make random remarks about it having a soul.

Firm. I closed my eyes. I tried to paint in my mind. The lines were still wrong. I opened my eyes. She was licking my underarm now. Her tongue traced the muscle. The hair. The scent of me. She moaned against my skin. Her hand never stopped stroking my cock. I reached for the sketchpad beside the bed. Charcoal in my other hand. I started to draw her. The line came out clean. Sharp. Alive. I drew her eyes. The way they looked up at me. Endearing. Devoted. I drew her mouth. The way her lips wrapped around my balls. I drew her hair. The way it fell across her shoulder as she licked my underarm.

She laughed and hugged me tightly, she was half a head taller than me, but it wasn't awkward at all. "You really don't have to." I said, smiling at her, only now could I take in the full effect of how much stress this had caused her. Her deep brown hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, a pencil shoved into it, and her shrug's sleeves were shoved above her elbows, where eczema sat red and irritated and brought forth by stress. "Here's the drawings." I said as I pulled a folder filled with 205 different drawings. "I threw in a couple alternates, and you can rearrange them however you think they fit best. Oh!" I pulled out another paper filled with little boxes with intricate des

Later that afternoon, Lyanna found an old box while looking for a book. It had been pushed to the back of a shelf in a storage room that nobody used very often. The box contained drawings. Lots of drawings. Some were hers. Most were Kael's. She sat cross-legged on the floor and began sorting through them. A few minutes later Kael arrived. "What are you doing?" "Looking." He immediately sat beside her. Together they spread the drawings across the floor. There were hundreds of them. Crayon family portraits where proportions had been treated as optional suggestions.