Cute New Year's Drawings Novels & Stories

, and more. At that moment, Millie was stunned. In fact, Winston had crafted a surprise to ring in the New Year, and a fireworks display was among his plans. Even if Millie wasn't interested, he would still go ahead with it. He was well aware of her fondness for flowers and fireworks, as well as her deep appreciation for romance. "Happy New Year, Millie," said Winston. Millie glanced at Winston in surprise, her nose and ears flushed from the brisk wind. When her photo and name suddenly illuminated all the screens, she was utterly overwhelmed.

And if not… then I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year in advance🎄✨ Now, I can drop my pen. With love, O.J 💕🖊️

He yawned, still blinking at her like an owl. Whitney’s tension cracked at the edges, yet she knelt, brushing his hair back. “I’m here now.” He nodded solemnly, as if that solved everything in the universe, he held up a folded paper from behind his back. “What’s that?” she asked. “A drawing,” he mumbled. “For you.” She unfolded it, revealing a crooked house, two boys badly drawn but smiling, and a tall woman with ridiculous silver hair that swooped like a superhero cape.

What goes around always comes back around. As the New Year approached, the Pack’s grand hall was decorated magnificently, filled with the laughter of young pups. The festival was a resounding success, the entire pack buzzing with energy. My phone vibrated. When I checked, a bank notification popped up: [The Children of the Sun Foundation received $3 billion.] The note attached simply read: [Sorry.] I didn’t reply. A moment later, Everett, Fenrir’s nephew, bounded over and handed me a cup of coffee, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Miss Aurewyn, I heard you agreed to have New Year’s dinner with my uncle!”

They’re deciding which of Autumn’s favorite things to pack for her trip. “What’s that?” Neveah asks, her voice soft but curious, as she points to a white parchment in Autumn’s small hands. “It’s a drawing of my mommy, me, and Daddy,” Autumn says, cradling the paper like a precious treasure. Her voice is filled with pride. “Look, Gammy, I painted it too!” I watch as Autumn carefully unfolds the drawing, holding it out for Neveah to see. It’s a simple picture, the kind only a child could create—stick figures with bright splashes of color and hearts floating in the sky.

Which is often. She’s been doing everything she can to help the kids feel safe again. New routines, hugs, keeping them close. Sometimes when I visit, I see their drawings taped to the fridge – sunshine, stick figures, a dog that looks more like a potato. It’s all bright and cheerful, but you can still feel the heaviness in the air. Today’s a little different though. It’s their birthday. Turns out both of them were born on the same date, just a year apart. Weird, right?

Now, everyone was wishing each other a happy New Year and sharing pictures of their Christmas meals. Felicia had accumulated nearly a million dollars in lucky charms. She returned some to the group, but it was insignificant in comparison to Savannah and Anthony's outrageous contributions. Felicia then received a private message from Luke. He wished her a joyous new year. She answered. Cheers to the new year.

At midnight, the countdown began. “Nineteen, eighteen… seven, six…” Glasses raised, they chanted together, “Three, two, one—Happy New Year!” Fireworks exploded across the night sky, bright and beautiful against the city skyline. Below, the streets teemed with crowds, cheers, and celebration. Charlotte sat barefoot on the soft cashmere rug by the floor-to-ceiling window, legs curled under her, eyes hazy as she watched the fireworks. A new year had begun.

Kathy mustered up what strength she had to smile as brightly as she could at her granddaughter. “I drew you this.” Eve handed the picture to Kathy that she had drawn in the car on the way over. “Oh, what a lovely picture it is.” Kathy complimented the drawing. “That’s me, that’s you, and that one is Mommy. We are all watching The Grinch while we open our Christmas presents.” Eve pointed to each little thing as she explained her drawing in great detail. “Aw that is lovely.’’ Kathy cooed sweetly. “Would you draw me another one?”

Everyone around them stood silent out of fear. Julian was the only one who looked at her dotingly. “What did you draw on my face?” She drew so quickly and messily on his face, he was unable to make out any shape or pattern. “I wrote Happy New Year. I didn’t draw anything, I was just teasing you!” She explained in between laughs. “It’s about to be the new year. I just want to be happy with you.” That was right. It was the new year. “Happy new year,” Julian said gently. “After we celebrate the new year, it’ll be my birthday the week after. We’ll go through with formal remarriage procedures by then.”