Drawings For Your Crush Novels & Stories

When I slowly started drawing on the pad, my breath hitched. Marcus. My mind had drifted and his face was the only thing that stared back at me on the paper. “Damn,” I shouldn’t be doing this. “God, why does this have to happen?” I muttered with a shaky breath. I could deny it all I wanted, but I was edging towards a dangerous path, wanting what shouldn’t be mine. I almost laughed at the fact that I had spent almost half of the day in the park drawing Marcus’s face like a love-sick puppy. This was worse than a teenage crush. With a huff, I quickly shoved the sketch pad into my bag.

I had a sketchbook filled to the last page with designs of my own, hence, my usage of a plain sheet. I could expertly draw designs but would fail when it comes to drawing of other objects that weren't designs. It was a one-sided drawing gift,it was only made for designing. "But honestly who's your celebrity crush except that Johnny Drille dude?" Nuel sneered. "I love Naira Marley." I gushed, as I filled out the arm of my muse with the tip of the already bluntening pencil. "All your crushes are weird." Nuel commented. "Especially a certain Mr Coker." I teased.

I stated. “Oh ...don’t reject me before you see my drawing. I promise you that you will like it. “Roman insisted and I began feeling powerless. But he was right, it wasn’t fair for me to dismiss him before I even saw what he had in store for me. “Alright, let me have a look at it. “ Roman smiled as he took a document from the table and then handed it to me. The moment I laid my eyes on it, I fell in love instantly. Roman had drawn the two of us on paper. I swear it was the true image of me and Adrian hugging each other. Even a stranger seeing the image for the first time will recognize us.

Feeling a bit saddened with that thought ,It made me sad because I couldn't be alluring and experienced unless I fucked someone else and the only one I wanted was him which might probably not happen. I tried as best as I could to not think about it anymore, as I continued doodling about my crush on my journal. "You're undressing our teacher with your eyes. Don't deny."My best friend Charlotte says teasingly "Shut up". I quickly close down my book. You know he's too old for you right"My Char says smirking, oh did I forget to mention she's aware of my strange crush on him. I bit my bottom lip. That was exactly why he was so attractive; I got hot for an older man. I got hot for him and I quickl

I pull out a cream postcard size piece of paper. Wear me tonight. Mr M."it's the nickname name I gave to my secret crush since I don't know his actual name . "That's it. That's all there is!"panic and excitement flowed through my vein , ok I get that it's real weird getting gifts from someone who could possibly be a murderer or a rapist or maybe a serial killer but am willing to tempt fate and give in to my inner desires. Does this mean he's going to show himself tonight? Warmth and excitement hits my chest at the possibility, then nervousness and uncertainty set in. Am I really ready to meet him?

Grinning like she just won the lottery. “Shut UP! The same one from the party?? Oh my god, Selene, spill! How was he? What’s his name? Show me a pic—I need visuals!” I laugh—nervous, shaky. “Nooo, I’m shy. Not ready to show him yet.” She pouts. “Come on! At least describe him. Is he hot? Good in bed? Details, woman!” I close my eyes for a second. Picture him. The way he lifts me like I weigh nothing. The way he pins my wrists. The way he fucks me slow then hard, making me beg.

A wide smile crept up on my face. Rodney Shaw was all i have, although, I only get to meet him in my dreams and most times, I talk to his pictures whenever i am depressed. But I was still glad that I am fortunate to see him in my dreams, some ladies might even be praying to be in my shoes. I didn't quite fancy cute guys or something, but I guess there's something that got me connected to Rodney. For Crush sake! I've been crushing on this guy since I was little and I never for once met him. Pathetic, right?

It had been drowning in its black screen. However, when Eve turned it on, she saw a message from the number that had been disturbing her activities and thoughts lately. Out of curiosity, the girl opened it. Instantly, a smile appeared. A very cute short massage from Gery! Short, but enough to make her heart melt. ***

But he seems to be changing. Mystery man: Did I tell you, I and my crush will be getting along soon. Hopefully. I am going to ask her out once again. Me: Okay. I went offline immediately after sending the text, why does he keep doing this if he likes someone else. He keeps hitting on me, why it is obvious he still likes his crush. "Olivia," I heard my mum call out. "Drew is here to see you," she yelled out again. Drew, what the heck does she want. The door to my room opened and Drew appeared at the entrance.

There were several crayons scattered there and a piece of paper. I stood and approached it. On the table was the paper Kirana had shown me a week ago. The white paper was full of crayon scribbles. A drawing of a small girl with a pink dress and a ribbon in her hair. Next to her, an adult male figure with a black suit. Only two people. No mother. Below it, small handwriting that was still messy: Kirana loves Dad. My hand trembled as I picked up the drawing. My chest felt tight like being crushed by a giant stone.