Adventures Drawing Novels & Stories

Saying he'd take care of the rest. I make my way to the lving room, bags in hand. "Ok Loretta, please.... Make sure Aiden eats and is not all day on those games."I say to her as grandpa Phill and Aiden sit in my living room playing video games on their Xbox device. He gets completely lost in his world when he's playing in those things. Loretta laughs, as we both glance at them. She sighs shaking her head. "I don't know who's the kid here. Look at them? Completely lost in that game." She says while placing her hand on her hip and shaking her head in amusement.

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

She packed juice boxes and snacks into her small pink backpack, puffing out her chest proudly. “But… we’re just staying in the mansion.” Jaxon pointed out, confused. “Exactly,” Elara said, hands on her hips. “That’s why it’s called an adventure. Every adventure needs snacks.” Jaxon tilted his head, then nodded. “Okay.” And so, they wandered through the grand corridors, whispering like spies, pretending the staff were guards they had to sneak past. They ended up in Elara’s room with crayons and paper, sprawled on the floor drawing castles and strange animals with mismatched colors. Later, they threaded seashells from her collection into strings.

“Old habits. Hard to shut down.” She poured him a cup of coffee, sliding it across the counter. “Then drink before you fall over.” Adrian took it, his hand brushing hers — brief, accidental. She pulled back quickly, pretending to adjust her sleeve. He pretended not to notice. Aria lifted her drawing proudly. “Look, Mr. Blackwood! It’s me, Mommy, and you.” He crouched beside her, glancing at the stick figures — a house, a big sun, and three smiling faces holding hands. Something in his throat tightened. “You’re quite the artist,” he said quietly.

“And if there was, it doesn’t matter now.” He turned to me. “Liana?” I stepped forward, sliding my arm through his. “Liam’s waiting,” I said. “Let’s not keep him.” We walked away, leaving Charlotte red-faced and Eleanor fuming. In the east wing, Liam was awake, colouring. “Lia! Superhero!” Adrian crouched beside the bed, the cold melting away. “Hey, little man. What are we drawing today?” Liam held up the paper: a man in black with a cape, holding a woman’s hand, a little boy between them.

The hidden apartment in Rome had become their sanctuary and their prison. Three days had passed since the violent meeting, and Luca’s restlessness was growing. He paced the living room like a caged animal while Adrian sat on the couch, sketchbook in his lap. Luca stopped pacing and looked at him. “You have been drawing again.” Adrian closed the sketchbook quickly. “It helps me think.” “Show me.” Adrian hesitated, then handed it over. Luca flipped through the pages slowly. There were multiple drawings of him sleeping, standing by the window with a gun in hand, and several nude studies that captured every hard line of his body, including the thick cock Adrian now knew so intimately.

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

Finn, the apparent leader of this abduction, leaned down over her, his eyes gleaming in the light of the fire. “There’s no one to hear you scream, and if you utter a sound, I’ll rattle your jaw.” She nodded her understanding and crawled to an upright position. He nudged her backside with his boot and chuckled when she whirled around in outrage. “There’s a blanket by the fire. Get on it and get some sleep. We leave at first light.”

Logan's pov Sunday 25th September 2022 ************************************* I wake up with a huge smile because I don't have to go to work today. I love weekends because I can go to the bdsm club near me, it's called Club Sin and I pay a membership fee to go whenever it's open and enjoy a live sex show and pick up a submissive for the night. I'm a dominant so I'm the Master and dominate the Submissive who wants me to fuck them. The hunk who owns it is called Marcus Carlisle and he's been trying to help me sign a contract with a submissive instead of one night stands but non of the subs want me for longer than three months. Marcus says it's because I come on too intense because I'm desperate

“Most people would have left immediately. Not you.” The room seemed to shrink around us, and yet, paradoxically, I felt more alert than I had in hours. Every movement, every glance, seemed amplified. Even the faint hum of the air conditioner felt louder, more insistent. Adrian tilted his head, his eyes locking with mine. “Curiosity is dangerous, Monica. Dangerous and… rewarding, if handled correctly.” I laughed softly, though it came out breathless. “I have a feeling you’re enjoying this more than I am.”