Yu Gi Oh Drawing Novels & Stories

"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.

Isabella nearly laughed. “Why are you still up, baby? We were just talking.” Isabella called, letting out a soft chuckle. “I know… You always say that.” he said, climbing onto the couch and started spreading his papers everywhere. “Come and see… I drew something.” he said, beckoning on them without looking up but neither adult answered immediately. “Aren’t you curious?” he asked, looking up and holding the paper out proudly. It was a drawing of four figures who stood beneath a crooked yellow sun. One was clearly Matteo while the other while the funny looking long hair was Isabella and the tallest figure stood beside them, and written in scraggly letters just above the figure was a single wor

Catelyn inwardly sneered at the thought. "Whatever. This is his home anyway," she said. "Mommy, don't you want to see him?" Ollie's beautiful eyes blinked, staring at Catelyn. Before she could answer him, Cedrick arrived in front of them. Seeing Ollie's crayon drawing halfway through, he said with a slightly blunt but gentle tone, "What are you drawing?" "Spyderman!" Ollie raised his little hand and pointed at his drawing. "This is Spyderman's head, hands, and feet. He can spit out webs from his fingers and fly over walls. Many of my friends in school like him a lot!"

Zayn pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, smoothing it out on the table. It was a drawing. Simple. Uneven lines. Bright colors. Three figures. Aira recognized it immediately. Zayn pointed at it proudly. “This is me. And that’s Mum. And… that’s you.” Lucien’s gaze fixed on the drawing. For a moment, he didn’t speak. His fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch the paper but stopped himself. “And you made this?” he asked. Zayn nodded. “Yes.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change much.

A scrapping of a chair breaks the deteriorating conversation across the dinner table, Athan moving his chair back and heading out to the hallway. “Athan what are you doing?” His mother calls out after him, her eyes flickering between Calian and me. “I’m…here…I made this earlier on.” He enters back into the room holding a folded piece of paper in his hands. Surprisingly, he doesn’t hand it to his father, or even his mother…but moves towards me, placing it out in front of me. “I drew this.” He looks up at me expectantly, waiting for me to take it from him. I do, unfolding the paper to reveal a drawing of a female dressed in a black jumpsuit, a black cape…long lilac purple hair and glowing eyes

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

“It’s just—” He popped the clasp. Inside, nestled between a worn napkin and a tiny plastic fork, was a drawing — bent at the edges from handling. Two stick figures, one big with dark straight hair and another smaller one with dark curls holding hands. Varian looked at it for a long, heavy moment. Then his voice came low, quieter than she’d ever heard it. “This is a child’s drawing. Whose is it, Liora?”

Jo accepted the paper gently, unfolding it with careful fingers. At first glance, it looked like a simple child’s drawing — messy lines, smudged colors. But the longer Jo stared, the colder her blood ran. It was a drawing of a massive wolf, dark and powerful, kneeling under a broken moon. Its silver eyes were hollow and sad, its paws chained to the ground by thick black tendrils. Beside it, a man — tall, crowned, broken — stood slumped over, clutching his chest as blood spilled from his side.

Her mother had told her that since she was in the womb, he had been rubbing himself all over so much that after she was born, strangers thought Heidi smelled like delicious hot fresh cookies and mangoes. Nikolai took a seat beside her and she kissed his cheek. "I made this for you." She held up a sketch of stick figures and the boy laughed as he collected the paper from her. He examined the drawing which consisted of three figures, one girl and two boys. While the blue grass was shaggy, it was nothing compared to the full sun that was colored orange and looked like it was shriveling. "You're still bad at drawing." "Hey, that's mean." She pouted and he snickered, loving her reaction.