Cute Drawing For Your Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"You were groping Raphael's—what was it again? Yeah, real virtuous." She choked, speechless. I turned to fix Raphael's wrinkled tie with a gentle smile. "Thanks, honey, for introducing me to my boyfriend. I like him a lot. His kisses are real sweet. But yours? Not even a dog would want them." Raphael was furious, practically shaking. But he'd brought shame to both families. And now, the Lindt family owed me—big time.

“Did you draw this?” She nodded proudly.“It’s you.” I leaned closer. The drawing looked absolutely nothing like Dexter. The man had a giant square head. Tiny legs.And what looked like seven fingers on one hand. I pressed my lips together. Dexter looked at the drawing. Then at the little girl.“You made me look handsome.” She smiled.“You are handsome.” I nearly choked. I really couldn’t help it. I knew I shouldn’t find any of this amusing, but it was getting harder not to. I could just laugh a little. Laughing wasn’t necessarily a crime.

Emma felt a familiar warmth in her chest as she moved from one child to another, offering encouragement and admiring their work. A girl named Sophie, who had been particularly quiet that day, tugged at Emma’s sleeve. “Miss Emma,” she said shyly, holding up a drawing of a tree with colorful birds perched on its branches. “Do you think it’s good?” Emma knelt beside her, studying the drawing with genuine admiration. “I think it’s beautiful, Sophie,” she said. “The colors you chose are so vibrant, and the way you made the birds look so happy it’s perfect.”

On it were the words written in icing: Be my girlfriend. He lifted her chin; his eyes were now on hers. “Amaya, the short time I’ve spent with you has been magical. You light up a room with your childlike energy. I love you more than I imagined possible. I want you to be my girlfriend, and maybe, one day, my wife.” Her hand flew to her mouth. She read the cake again, her eyes glistening. “Of course,” she said with a shaky laugh. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, as long as you promise to make more dishes for me.”

I loved her slight accent, still distinct—and to me, sexy—after all these years of living in Canada. ‘My sweet kitten,’ I murmured into her ear, gently nibbling on her ear as the hand that was not busy stroking her breast moved down to part the curly black nest of hair between her legs and split her pussy lips apart with my finger. I swirled my thumb teasingly around her little clit, just enough that she whimpered and moved her hips against my hand—before I took my hands away and let my girlfriend turn to face me in my arms. She wrapped her own around my neck, arms still covered in faint reddish henna patterns, fading from a cousin’s recent wedding. (When she’d brought some home and asked me

*** Joe draws a sketch of the beautiful face of his girlfriend and himself on the canvas. When finished drawing the beautiful face of Michelle and himself on the canvas, the boy kept it in the cupboard. He will deliver it after the right moment. Joe hopes his girlfriend will like the painting and keep it well. "I'll give you this painting at the right time." Joe hopes that the painting will touch Michelle's heart and the girl will like him even more. He hopes their relationship can be long and harmonious. The door to Joe's room opened and there was Julius, the boy looked panicked as if he had been chased by a stray dog.

I closed my sketchpad before bowing as he sauntered towards me. "Why do you like bowing, huh? Don't bow to me" he stressed as he reached me. I raised my head gently and he smiled lightly. "What did you draw, huh?" He asked but I only shook my head. He chuckled before snatching the sketchpad from me, scrolling through it. "I want to see what made you leave the room" he smiled sitting beside me, flipping through the pages. "So, you drew all these within two weeks" he smiled before ruffling my hair. "I can say you're talent…" he paused and I turned to him. What did he see? His lips curled up into a smile and I snatched the sketchpad from him to see the drawing, the drawing I made. It's a pictur

he warns, then turns and heads up the stairs without another glance. Exhaling, I smile. “Do you also draw, Lucas?” Lucas’ eyes widen before he drops onto the rug and bends over a puzzle board without answering. His shoulder stiffens as if he could feel my eyes on him. “I guess not.” “Do you want to see more of my drawings?” Sophie asks, tugging me towards the stack of papers on the chairs. “This is a unicorn.” She shoves one into my hands. “And this is Connor, my boyfriend.”

It was a drawing that she had done in high school and given to Jonathan. Memories of what Jonathan had once said to her assailed Giselle at once. "Giselle, did you draw me? It's pretty good. Send me the original, and I'll use it as my profile photo." "Giselle, you should use the same thing. That way, they'll all know you're my girlfriend." Love had flamed and blossomed in the heat of summer, but it had also died that summer. Giselle's nails dug into her palms, and her eyelashes fluttered. When she opened her eyes again, she had regained her composure.

“Will you be my girlfriend? My forever? ” My chest tightened. “Yes,” I answered immediately, my voice soft but sure. He didn’t say anything after that. He just leaned in and kissed me, slow, warm, like he was sealing the moment. I smiled into it. Then, out of nowhere, he stood up. I watched him bend down and draw a big heart in the sand. Inside it, he wrote my name, Zara. I laughed and stood up too. Taking my turn, I drew another heart, starting from my side, curving it so it intertwined with his, like the two hearts were holding each other.