Yu Gi Oh Drawing Novels & Stories

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

Leo turned his drawing board to reveal a drawing of a calm lake. Daniela and the remaining three applauded him. Rocco showed his drawing next, which was a messy combination of red and black. They still applauded him. Alessio turned his drawing board. His drew a picture of four small boys running in a field. He was applauded. Killian turned to Matteo, the ring leader. “Your turn.” Matteo smiled and turned his drawing board. Killian rolled his eyes. As expected. Matteo drew a picture of a woman in a wedding dress, holding hands with four small boys in suits, and beside them was a stick figure of a man who looked like no effort was put into drawing him.

he exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement as he held up his paper, a series of bold colors messily spread across the page. I squinted, leaning closer. “And who can that be?” I asked, tilting my head to take in the colorful figure splashed across his drawing. “It’s mummy!” he yelled, his cheeks puffed with a proud smile, eyes gleaming up at me. He had drawn her with bright red curly hair and a blue dress. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his art. “Wow,” I said, genuinely impressed. “She’s beautiful. You did a good job, buddy.”

“We’ve been thinking about New York.” My stomach tightened. “What about New York?” I asked gently, brushing Oliver’s hair back. Owen looked up at me with those deep blue eyes. “That tall man. The one who asked who our mother was. I drew him last night.” He handed me the paper. My breath caught.The drawing was crude but unmistakable, a tall figure with dark hair, deep blue eyes colored heavily with crayon, and a serious expression. Owen had even drawn the red carpet and flashing lights around him. The resemblance to Marcus was startling.

"You're back! Look what I made!" I dropped to my knees and caught him in my arms, lifting him into a tight hug. The scent of baby powder and clean clothes instantly made all the lingering stress leave my muscles. "Oh, sweetie! Let me see. What did you draw?" Leo held up the paper proudly. It was a drawing of a big blue boat on a wavy green sea, with a very tall man, a woman, and a little boy standing on the deck. The tall man had black hair, just like Julian.

God. Everything was fine. Fair. Until the last page. Reasonable honestly. Then she froze. God. Because there was a drawing. Fair. A brand new drawing. Reasonable. Not hers. God. Definitely not hers. Fair. Just scribbles. Reasonable honestly. Lots of scribbles. God. Then one tiny stick figure. Fair. Then another tiny stick figure. Reasonable. Then a tiny circle. God. Everyone stared. Fair. Then Peanut pointed proudly.

I arranged all I've drawn, observing it all, shocked to see that all I've drawn are the female in my life, from Fiona to Caramel, to Mom, to Josette even stupid Lizabeth and as weird as it is, I drew her too, I didn't even know I remembered every detail of her beautiful face vividly, her brown flowing hair and her gunmetal grey eyes, perfect description of her, of Lia, I wonder how she is now. I ruffled my hair as I got up, realizing I'm hungry and I'm certain Kai won't be around, even if he is, he's not talking to me, not that I blame him though, and even if we are on the same page, his food are the last thing I would ever taste on this planet. I packed my tools back, but I couldn't pack th

Or maybe, I just hate him so much that all the things he does make me think that it’s all about bad things. I shook my head. Giovanni does not deserve any of my kindness, he killed me without mercy, and he could do that again. It wasn’t long until we arrived at school. Everyone is hyped since we are going to draw someone who would model for us. “Who do you think is our model today?” Shie excitedly asked while holding her art materials close to her chest. “I don’t know, maybe someone who would be bold enough to get naked before us?” I claimed. I hope it’s a woman.

Bella nods and says she’ll join me inside later. I hurry into my room, not to take my drugs, but to recreate that drawing from memory. Mine doesn’t look nearly as neat as the original, but it should do. Then I call Gypsy and Ky to my room to give them the update. The second they arrive, I hand over my drawing to them. Gypsy’s brows furrow the second he sees it. Then he looks at me, arching a brow. “I’ve seen this before,” he says, his gaze intense.

I watched him until the door of the lift closed, I giggled when he winked at me and flashed me a billion dollar smile. My hands reached for my lips as I leaned behind the closed door, still enjoying the titillating sensation of Gio’s mouth. Oh, shut it, Cali! Goodness. I can’t stop myself from smiling. ~~ I continued with my day’s routine. Bought some replenishment from the market, cooked myself a wonderful lunch, cleaned my place, and did another drawing of Gio. This time, it’s not only his face that I sketched. It’s an image of him last Saturday morning, wet shirt clinging to his well-defined torso, a fishing rod and fish he caught at hand.