Zade Meadows Fanart Novels & Stories

He pulled out his phone and scrolled for a second, then handed it to me, the screen glowing with a folder labeled simply; “Noise & Color.” The first image was of a stormy coastline—painted in shades of charcoal and navy, sharp lines and movement everywhere. It wasn’t pretty, exactly, but it made you feel something. I swiped to the next. A hand tangled in a mess of chains and rose vines. Then a faceless man with piano keys instead of ribs. “Whoa,” I murmured. “Too much?” “No. I mean, yeah. But in a good way. These are intense.” Zade was watching me, as if taking in all I was saying. I got too shy looking into his eyes that I had to look away, pretending to look at more paintings

Zada said "What is it??" Zian asked "I want you to draw something for me. I have been trying for hours and couldn't get it right" Zada said "You tell me the descriptions. I will do it" Zi said "I want you to draw Mirrie for me" Zada said "That stupid horse??" Zahir asked "That's not a stupid horse" Zada defended fiercely Zahir knows she hates it when he makes offensive comments about her characters and he purposely does that to get a rise out of her

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[my love] The days passed quickly, with Madie spending time with her artistic side painting their room with whatever she wanted. One side of the wall had flowers and plants in them, the other had animals. He wasn't sure if one of them was a unicorn or just a disfigured giraffe. He didn't ask the artist. Dario would help sometimes, but Madeline would shush him away and kick him out because of the mess he caused. Now, after days of designing their room a new look, Madie was taking a break in a nearby doughnut store with Hop and Neil, and others more, as her guards.

GRACELYNN…… I was sitting with Zade to help him to create new designs. Killian and Jace had gone to tell the designer team to start all over. Zade was feeling very low after what happened to him. So I tried to motivate him. “When I draw I pour out all my emotions and feelings. My whole life goes into these designs.” Zade stated, looking into my eyes. “Let's start then. Tell me what emotion are you experiencing at the moment.” I picked up a notebook and pen and waited for him to tell me.

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie

The drawings were brimming with a sense of missing someone and saying goodbye. Madeline ran her fingers over the sketch and murmured, "You're really good at this." Jazzy sat back down quietly. Madeline thought for a second, then asked for a piece of paper. She started sketching quickly, and soon, there was Jazzy, standing on the tree with her arms wide open. However, Madeline added angel wings to her. Jazzy looked at it, stunned, then said in a low voice, "That's not right."

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

I whine. "Just one more.......Ok." She gets up and sits on the edge of the bed with her pad. "Ready?" I roll to my side and prop my head on my hand. "Show me." She shows me. "It's not finished, but I'd love to put this on canvas." I grin. "Sold!" I chuckle. "Stop!" She hits me with the pad. "Hey!" I laugh. "Careful with my artwork!" I snatch the pad from her.