Cute Drawing For Your Girlfriend Novels & Stories

To my dear Liliana, Have you been doing well? I miss you so much that my heart aches every time I remember your pretty face. It’s been so long since I was banned from contacting you and I finally got the courage to make up with you. I know you hated how I kept following you before, but that’s only because I really love you. We’re best friends, but I want you to become my girlfriend, so badly that I think of you all the time. Here, this gift shows how since my feelings are. Your pretty face always keeps me going. I came three times just imagining your face. Also, here are some of my favorite photos of you from middle school. I already made tons of copies of them in my room.

she replies as she stands. "I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you. Didn't you see my awesome drawing?" He remarks. He turns the pages of his notebook and tears out the page with the drawing. "Here," he stretches it to her. "You can have my amazing work of art. You can ask for my autograph another time," he grins. "No thank you. It's very awful for something called art." "No, it is not," he disagrees. "It looks like Fiona from Shrek," she tells him, watching him rise to his feet.

I ran my thumb over the photo, tracing her face gently. “God… who are you and are you so beautiful?” I whispered without meaning to. A folded piece of paper sat underneath. I picked it up, unfolded it carefully. It was a drawing — a childish one — done by a child of probably six years old, with colored pencils, the edges already yellowed from age. It showed three stick figures, hand in hand: a tall man with dark hair, a beautiful woman beside him, and a little boy with silver hair and grey eyes, a smaller girl beside him, with a big red heart between them.

And I'm the bitter jealous girlfriend who can't do anything about it. **** What do you do when your boyfriend has a romantic date with his ex at the hospital? You draw. Okay, I'm being a little dramatic. Obviously it's not a romantic date but maybe to Vanessa, it is. That stupid sexy dress. And that stupid sexy smile. Perfect recipe to steal my boyfriend. So what should I do? Sit on my bed and draw. Angrily. Make sketches. Furiously.

He said in a playful whisper, pinching my nose slightly. "Right." I laughed. "Give me your phone for a sec." he said. "Okayy," I drawled using my other hand to open my bag, I brought out my phone and gave it to him. I decided to put the drawing in my bag before I forget later. I'll get a frame and fix it in when I get home. I carefully tore out the page he drew on and returned the pad to him. The girls would be so thrilled to see this, my third gift from Dan. The other two were the umbrella and hanky, now this. I love this so much, after all it was a photo of myself drawn by my destined partner.

It was not perfect, but it was what I wanted nonetheless. I sat on his bed, throwing some of my clothes into a bag when I saw something that made me stop. It was a little picture by the side of his bed, clumsily propped up by some books. A printout of the picture I took of my drawing and sent to him back before we were together.The ridiculous drawing I made of me and him as wolves in the forest. My throat tightened with the threat of tears as I picked it up, clutching it in my hands. I turned it over and saw there was something written on the back: artist -my shortcake

I asked, brushing her hair back. “I drew a rainbow with Miss Clara! And look...” She fished a folded paper out of her backpack, proud eyes shining. The rainbow arched in uneven strokes, each band of color wobbling across the page. But right beneath it, she had drawn two stick figures. One tall, one small, their hands joined. “That’s us,” Sophie said, beaming. My throat tightened. “It’s perfect,” I whispered, kissing her cheek.

"Fuck, after that last one, I'll happily let you draw a pretty picture on my face." The girls smiled brightly and made their way to our side of the table. Brian gave each of them a black marker and flipped a timer. Hycinth was still wearing her heels, making it easier for her to reach me. I felt her draw quick lines on my cheeks and above my eyebrows, before drawing a circle on my nose and filling it in. "Times up!" Brian called out. "What did you draw?" I asked curiously, although I had an idea. She smirked, "You make an adorable pussy...cat."

She exclaimed. " Yeah." Adrien muttered happily. " This is lovely, where did you get these images from?" She gasped. He drew a celestial being running with wolves. Adrien shrugged, " I just drew them." "You have such an active imagination, I like it so much." She replied. " I have another image to show you." He produced a sketch of Jen's face, it was unfinished but she could see the highlights. He made such a tremendous progress in almost a week.an " This is wonderful, thank you." Tears pooled in Jen's eyes.

My only answer is a broad smile as I continue to work on my portrait of the man I can't stop thinking about. I want to be kissed by Nathan again. He blew me again, and the butterflies in my stomach multiply as I think back to how he held my face in his hands. I desire to be kissed and cherished like that again—possibly every day of my life until I take my last breath. I'm driven and lost in the memory. Winnie appears around the corner, sees my drawing, and giggles before throwing me a kiss. It means she approves, and I continue coloring. "Look at that art."