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Exactly him. Dangerously beautiful. I touched the drawing — fingertips tracing the line of his jaw. Behind me, the door opened. Giovanni stepped inside. He didn’t speak. He just looked — first at me, then at the sketchbook in my lap. I didn’t close it. I let him see. He crossed the room in slow steps. Stopped in front of me. Looked down at the portrait. Then at me. “You drew me,” he said quietly. I nodded. His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower — to the open shirt, the way my breasts rose and fell faster now.

Also, I would deduce that he's probably an art student or something like that. After he finished his drink and cake, he walked towards me on the counter and gave me a page of his sketch pad. "I am Yohan. Nice to meet you," he said in a calming voice. He didn't ask for my name as I grabbed the page from him. He just went away. I looked at what he gave me, and it was a beautiful drawing of my face. I smiled as soon as I realized I looked so beautiful in his eyes. Or maybe he just made me extra beautiful in his drawing because I look ugly.

But he just needs to get through all of that to make them succeed in the quest and go on another quest. When Hikari was doing a draw, Neu didn't interrupt him and just watch him meanwhile Nimura is suggesting Hikari an idea. Hikari didn't have any bad feelings about that. Since maybe it will use a lot of ideas for Neu to thinking about the draw. So he just stays silent and continues drawing. Hikari didn't know what did he should do, so he try to draw a city and try to make the draw that Neu made suitable with his drawing style so it will not be weird when the other people see it. Then Hikari adds some building beside the bridge and draws a mountain. It just a few buildings there just to make

She was using colored pencils. Gaya sat on a different table. She was discussing whatnot with Elijah and Elias. I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, seeing how none of them looked angry over my lack of hospitality. I approached her carefully and sat opposite her. The drawing was alive now. Detroit West – her father. It was no longer just a shadowy outline. The sketch now bloomed with deep reds and burnt oranges, warm brown undertones smudged beneath his cheekbones, and his eyes…those unmistakable, calculating eyes, seemed to stare right back from the paper.

"It's not very good." "Let me see," Giuliana said. He turned the book around. It was a drawing of a dragon but this dragon was breathing fire at a dark shadowy figure. And riding on the dragon's back was a girl with a crown. "It's you," Marco explained. "Fighting the bad stuff. Winning." Giuliana stared at the drawing for a long moment. Then she started crying. Marco panicked immediately. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you sad! I can draw something else..."

He'd literally cut the tongue of anyone that'll speak ill of his kids. She opened the envelope and brought out a few papers filled with drawings. A smile formed on her lips as she saw a picture of a stick-like person in a purple dress with black hair and blue hair. There was a childish handwriting at the bottom that read 'My beautiful mommy with blue eyes'. Enzo, on the other hand couldn't concentrate with the way her breasts were peaking out of her towel. Getting conscious of how the tension in the room was getting thicker, Arieon placed the drawings on the nightstand and turned to face him. The towel almost fell but she grabbed it quickly.

There were some other things in there, but I wasn't about to go through her belongings like some creeper fuck; I just wanted to see if she really had been drawing me. I flipped to the last page and lost my breath entirely. She hadn't had much time before she'd been interrupted, but from what little she'd drawn, there was no mistaking that it was me, but according to what she saw, I guess. "Damn, Gia drew that? She's really good." A sudden thought hit me in the gut, followed by an inkling of anger. Who the hell else has she drawn in this book? The answer had my knees going weak. "I think that's her mom. It's been a while, but I'm almost certain that's her."

she switched her black crayon to a yellow one. "Oh, what do we have here? Can I take a look?" Ruth said, diverting Gianna's paper to her, "Wonderful! You did this?" Gianna nodded. "So here is your beautiful mummy, I presume," she pointed out a not-so-straight stick drawing representing a woman with red hair and an ear-to-ear smile drawn in red crayon, which no doubt represented her mother's signature garnished lips. "And this is you, right?" Ruth acknowledged an almost similar version of the first drawing, except it looked small, had a black yarn-like excuse of a ponytail above her head, and no red represented ear-to-ear smile. "Yeah."

“He’s always busy now.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I’m sorry, Aurora. That must have felt really sad.” She nodded, then reached into her backpack and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “I made this for you. At home last night.” I unfolded it carefully. It was a crayon drawing of stick figures: a tall man with dark hair, a little girl with pigtails, and....my stomach dropped, another woman with brown hair standing beside them, holding the little girl’s hand. A bright sun smiled overhead, and a clumsy wolf shape sat in the corner.

Why was it here? A shiver ran down my spine. I unfolded the drawing with shaky hands. The drawing was in crayon. On the paper were four stickmen standing in a row, hand-in-hand. I quickly realized that they represented the four of us—Leah, Madison, Queenie, and me. However, the stickman that represented me had its eyes crossed out in black crayon. She had been watching me all along.