30 Days Challenge Drawing Novels & Stories

Holding that light pencil to draw would be like putting a ton of bricks on her back and asking her to run a marathon. "Of course you are. You made impossible become possible. You made me fall in love with you. Then what made you think you aren't certain about this one? It's a piece of cake for you. Now get up. We need to buy materials as well. You only have four days." "Four days?" Linda's eyes widened in astonishment. "Yes. It was ten. Unfortunately, you were convinced on the fifth day. Also they will choose the top three paintings on the last day. If you are selected, your painting will be displayed in ten famous countries' art galleries and you will be called for an interview."

It was a simple text from Zander. Her brows narrowed as she read the message. “A 30 days challenge?” “I am going to prove my claim with a new activity everyday for thirty days. And you have to come along to see for yourself!” She chuckled loudly at the long list. The man was taking this a bit too personally. “Painting, cooking class, archery, shooting…” She laughed out loud at the next activity scheduled for day fifteen. “Bungee jumping! Is he crazy?” He was definitely pulling her legs. Zander Scott belongs nowhere near any kind of jumping!

“Then why thirty days?” The old woman reached for her teacup thoughtfully. “A wolf knows instinctively. If a bond is possible…It begins quickly.” “Within thirty days the wolf either opens its heart…” “…or closes it forever.” Pieces I had never questioned before suddenly rearranged themselves in my mind. Every woman who came before. Thirty fays then they left unmarked. Some alive. And some…. “And every time…” I whispered. “His wolf rejected them.” She nodded solemnly. “And every rejection sounded like another countdown toward death.”

Autumn’s stomach rumbled loudly, and she rolled onto her back with a groan. She had been sketching for three days now with little to no breaks. Naomi had been in the Grants’ mansion for three days, which meant Lydia and Alisa were spending all their time catering to her instead of bullying Autumn. That had given her enough time to do what she loved. Designing and sketching structures. Autumn didn’t know how many ideas were sitting in her head waiting to be laid down until she opened her old sketchbook. She had so many project ideas that she hoped to do in the future.