Novel & Cerita Drawings For Your Crush

Ivanna "Mama! What are you doing?" Chrissie screeches, making a tiny face as I shudder, coming out of my thoughts. She's sitting beside me on the bed, drawing something with her brand-new crayons that she got on her birthday. "What happened?" "I drew this and you're not looking at me drawing. You're looking at the phone for so long", she pouts. I smile and take her sketchbook. "It's such a pretty butterfly. Just like you"

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.

I walked over and sat, adjusting my dress and folding my hands on my lap like I was in some vintage portrait session. “This is giving major Titanic energy,” I joked, breaking the silence. “Oh?” He retorted as he looked up from his sketchpad with a smirk. “Yeah, you know. Jack drawing Rose…” I laughed while he blinked and then laughed too. “Don’t tell me you want me to say, ‘I want you to lie on the couch wearing only this…’” He gestured vaguely.

Was it…? * * * I had a crush on him. The first time I saw the drawing of him, I knew I wanted to make him mine so I climbed. I climbed the ladder to become the Alpha King’s favorite sister and here I am, a Queen to him. Now, I cannot tell what it is I feel anymore. My crush had turned to hatred and I can only be driven by that to achieve my aim here. I will do everything within my power to bring Zenith Hells to his knees before me and when I do that, I will make him regret ever doing this to me.

I answer him as I shove my makeup bag in my small duffle bag. “So, what did you want to give me?” he asks, and I blush for no apparent reason. He makes me blush a lot. “It’s nothing special really… I just know how much you love Thor, so I thought maybe you’d prefer something related to him. I’m not really the best at drawing, so you may notice a few mistakes here and there…” I’m rambling and I’m suddenly so nervous.

He spreads my legs to fall completely between them and pulls our crotches together so I can feel his cock against mine. "I liked one drawing. Just that specific one," I clarify, burying my fingers in his shoulders and moving my head to the side as his face seeks mine. I'm afraid that even in the dark our gazes will meet, "But you're talented, you know? Maybe your drawings are super sick and twisted, but they're really good."

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

“Our little mate has a talent for conveying a message through art. She drew me as a demon, crushing her heart under my foot while she bled out on the ground. Then there were the captions. Manwhore, fuckboy, shallow, sordid, narcissistic, cliché. Not exactly what anyone’s looking for in a mate. I crushed her, exactly like the picture and she hates me for it!” “She doesn’t hate you!” Zayne insisted, but it was no use. “She does! And if that weren’t enough, who the fuck was the man she drew herself with in all those compromising positions, ravishing her body and looking at her so adoringly? Because whoever he was, he was clearly the opposite of how she sees me. And even though I know I deserve

He glanced at the screen to find a message from Hugo with a screenshot attached: How to Tell If Someone Has a Crush on You: 1. They steal glances at you. 2. They create opportunities to spend time alone with you. 3. They dress to impress when you're around. 4. They find ways to ask about you. 5. They deny any romantic connection with others to avoid misunderstanding. Alexander frowned, scrolling through the istonly read the first few, feeling bored. He turned off his phone with an impatient sigh, dismissing the notion as absurd. Serena’s voice interrupted his thoughts. "About the house design plan—I already have a few ideas in mind. Would it be convenient for me to get your email address?"

[Hyacinth] The card is hand drawn in crayon with a drawing of a wolf next to a child on the front that looks a bit more like a dog than a canine. Inside it reads "From your secret admire-were" signed in a childish hand "You know who." Bash and Drew must have stopped by to cheer me up.