Yu Gi Oh Drawing Novels & Stories

“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.

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.

Ozzie has stopped drawing. His pencil is still. His sketchpad is open and there is a drawing on the page — the chamber, the plinth, the map, me at the centre of it — rendered in the specific lines of someone who has been drawing their whole life and has found the thing that required everything they had. He looks at me. His jaw is doing the thing. His eyes are doing the thing. "Ozzie," I say. "I'm fine," he says. "You're not," I say.

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

The Omega opened his large pad of paper and flipped several pages before proudly presenting his newest drawing. Luke gasped. His hands slowly reached out and took the drawing. His eyes raked over the very detailed drawing of his wolf. It looked like a professional artist had drawn it. It almost looked like a real picture. “Joey, this is, this is amazing! It's Beautiful! You're so talented,” The Omega praised the other Omega, and Joey blushed. Joey took the pad full of his drawings and carefully pulled out the drawing of Luke's wolf. His hand moved as he signed “for you” and handed it to Luke.

He didn’t look up. “I need to keep my eyes on you.” I rolled my eyes and sighed. I sat down on one of the chairs. It’s too quiet. I feel like my ears are going to implode from too much silence. It’s so boring. I noticed a stack of paper and a brush by the floor. This must be Yukio’s. I sat on the floor and looked at his drawings. Most of it was scribbles but there was one that I like the most. It was a painting of me. He wrote the word ‘Mama’ at the bottom. I folded it and hid it inside my sleeve. I sat back down on the chair. I hadn’t realized that I had fallen asleep.

Justin has a pencil drawing of Olima's pretty face before, and all his drawings of her were all pretty. He wished he could bring her into his bedroom and show her all the silly images of her that he had drawn out before he brought her to live in their guest house. Justin usually draws images of Olima, both pencil and oil paintings of her smiling face, her sad face, and how her big brown eyes shine at him in surprise. He drew a recent image of her too, and he couldn't wait for her to fully mature, as he plans to draw a nude image of her too.

“Mizuki-san wouldn’t do such a thing!” “No…” Ren muttered, his eyes focused on something that he could see on the wall just above Tohya’s shoulder. “He has.” Blinking, both Tohya and Yuri turned to see what had caught Ren’s attention, only to see a drawing of a raven with spread wings in front of a gate drawn onto the wall with black ink. Yuri growled in her throat. “It’s really him…” she growled. “Mizuki…you bastard…”

Two dots of chocolate and a smiling line that looked like a happy face then he put some supposed-to-be fangs in the corners of the smile seeing a fool-like vampire face. He coughed awkwardly when he saw his final drawing. It was too funny! He’s really bad at drawing faces! Shit! Jiwoon laughed at his art which made him glare at him fiercely that made him stopped and made a sorry look in his face. After a while, he took a cookie too trying his best to draw a vampire face. Yenn annoyingly sighed and let him do his, since he knew he’s goddamn great at it, he refused to look at his own cookie face which is goddamn hilarious right now. He watched Jiwoon draw and saw that he’s almost done and it w