Romans & histoires Zendaya Drawing

she says. She pulls back just enough to look at me, her hands on my cheeks. “What?” I ask. “Miss Clara said my drawing was the best in class today! She said I’m an artist!” Wendy beams, and I can’t help but laugh softly. “That’s amazing, my little Picasso,” I say, kissing her forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”

Juliette showed Zendaya a painting of a woman with red hair just like hers. “And I’m painting a dog,” Anala laughed. “I’ll draw a cat then,” Zendaya said and she immediately dipped her hand in paint and she started to make designs on the piece of paper. “That’s a funny looking cat,” Anala commented halfway through Zendaya’s drawing. Before Zendaya could respond, the door to the room opened and a boy walked into the room. Zendaya gasped upon seeing who it was. 'Jayden!' she hissed under her breath. Anala and Juliette turned to face her. “You know him? He’s our brother,” they told her.

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.

Her eyes, always so bright and innocent, carried none of the pain clawing at my chest. “Mommy,” she said softly, holding the drawing out to me. “This is what I drew today.” I knelt down and took the paper from her, trying to keep my voice steady. It was a simple drawing: the three of us — me, Tessa, and Elena — holding hands, stick figures with big smiles under a sunny sky. Somehow, seeing it made something inside me ache and warm all at once. “This is lovely,” I told her, a small, unexpected laugh escaping my lips despite everything. “You’re really getting so good at this.”

She looked at him again and smiled showing her teeth. Then he saw a gap in her teeth. Her two upper milk teeth were fallen. He got shy thinking about one thing that is common between them. His two upper milk teeth were fell last week. Little Zoya pulled out her drawing book from her bag, then her pencil box. Little Sahir curiously looked at her all action. She started to draw on a white page. Little Sahir noticed her drawing something. He too immediately grabbed his pencil and started copying her. For the first time, little Sahir was taking interest in drawing. The teacher looked at him and smiled.

"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.

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued, "Oh? Sure. What's on your mind?" "Well I was wondering, what's your favorite thing to do in your spare time?", Alexander asked. Zendaya almost burst out laughing but was able to control herself, "This was what he wanted to ask? Why did he start that way", she thought to herself, fighting the urge to just burst out laughing. In other words, she was glad to share more about herself with him, "Tough question, because I love numerous things, like singing, dancing, listening to music, drawing, movies, and so many more I think."

She made her way over to the steps, turned on the tablet, and began drawing. On the tablet were drawings drawn by Jepherson when he was bored. There was also a drawing of a garden overlooking the ocean. It was beautiful. Raeleigh was staring at it in a daze when she heard the sounds of footsteps. She turned around and saw Xandra walking towards her. Raeleigh was surprised for a moment when she saw Xandra. She did not say anything and just stared at her. Xandra approached Raeleigh and smiled. "Are you Raeleigh Anson?"

She opened her arms and said, "You have resigned, all the previous drafts you drew belong to the company! You cannot take them away!" Zoey coldly said, "Step aside." Ariana was half a head shorter than Zoey, and she looked up at her. "Zoey, it's just some discarded drafts. Why do you care so much?" Zoey's lips curved with a mocking arc, "Yeah, then why did you also care so much about some discarded drafts? What, can't you even draw discarded drafts?" Ariana caught a glimpse of Nelson's figure and firmly said, "Zoey, even if it's a discarded draft, it was still something you drew after learning some design at Born Beauty. This involves the secrets of Born Beauty, so you can't take it away!"

“I designed it in my dream.” She frowned. “In your dream?” Zayden chuckled lightly, his fingers tapping the desk. “Yeah. I had the most beautiful dream. It felt like years of happiness in just ten minutes.” His voice was unusually soft, almost vulnerable. Hema didn’t know why, but her throat suddenly felt tight. He gestured to the screen. “Tell me if you want any modifications.” She shook her head, still processing. “You want my opinion?” Zayden smirked. “Of course. Let me test your artistic skills”