Drawings For Your Crush Novels & Stories

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.” He sits down and begins reading. The first picture I draw is a portrait of uncle Owen’s sister with a wolf howling at the edge of a cliff at a full moon in the background. I make one for his father too. I plan to give them these at the funeral. I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family.

This isn't an outline, this is a full-blown drawing. “This is…” “A hobby I picked up, nothing interesting” He waves it off and my heart shreds up a little. I flip the next page and it's another drawing of me lifting a bloodied figurine high up above my head. My lips are pursed harshly and are painted a sharp shade of ruby red. My eyes are a different shade of brown, they look glazed over like I'm in some sort of bloodlust haze. There are specks of blood splattered all over my face and hands.

I am tempted to feed him to my crocodiles, "Nexus stop!" He appeared again but this time resembling a hologram so I couldn't reach out to punch his stupid face, "You claim not to be in love but you scribbled her name all over lines on more than five pages of your diary with hearts drawn around them, Awwn. I never knew you could draw hearts, your majesty." "Give it back!" I sounded like a kid for fucks sake. I struggled to reach out anyway but he disappeared again and I grunted in frustration.

I rest my head against his chest, listening to the rapid thump of his heartbeat as I stroke my fingers along his tight ab muscles. “That was…” “Unexpected?” I breathe, a giggle bubbling up my throat. I push up on his chest, gazing down into his eyes. “So I get to keep the drawing?” He chuckles, yanking me closer until my lips crash into his. He claims my mouth in a filthy hot kiss that makes my toes curl. “I’ve got hundreds of sketches, y’know,” he murmurs against my lips, and I can feel his own tighten in a grin. “You can have as many as you want if you always pay so… generously.”

She'd been pushing the West card harder and harder the longer my dry spell continued. "Or maybe I was hoping to catch the interest of one of you panty pleasers." I gave my best friend a grimace mixed with a sarcastic scowl. Just to drive home the possibility, I bent over seductively, with my ass facing the house and my cleavage on full display for my friends. I used my biceps to squeeze my melons together just slightly to show them just what they were missing.

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?

"Then why are there pictures of him in your drawer? How can you explain that? She asked anxiously as she rushed her words. I sighed... This girl is never going to give up huh? Because you saw his pictures in my drawer does not make him my crush." I lied.. He is hot, I admit and a guy who advertise for fashion companies... What do you expect Kelly? Am just a fan keeping his pictures and not for love sake. I added. "So please, no negative thought okay; I placed my two hands together as i stated. " whatever, I will definitely know someday; you can hide as long as you want." She said before taking a bite of her sandwich.

“I know you can’t ever remember me. But I always do. I had a crush on you since I was fourteen. I chatted you up on F******k and lucky me, you replied. On your nineteenth birthday, you asked me to send you my picture. Unfortunately, I couldn’t. But I promised to send it on your next birthday, thinking our chat was going to last. It all ended in a flash as it started. I was broken. Losing you shattered me. And in that year, I failed the term’s exams. Why, Sidd? Even when time passed, I still couldn’t get you off my mind. I gnawed for you, I wanted to see you badly in person. Am I obsessed with you or infatuated?” I explained. He was

Only I knew how hard my heart beat with every sketch. Since I'd already been caught, I figured I might as well commit. I let out a quiet sigh. "I've liked you for a long time. I just never had the guts to say it. So I drew you instead and pretended we were close." Then I glanced at the floating comments— [Mia: Art comes from life. Also from needing money. And okay, maybe from thinking he was hot.] [Ezra, probably: She's been obsessed with me forever. She even knows what I look like asleep.]

“Sounds like someone’s charming for more than one reason. Just remember, being kind is always the best part of any crush.” Before I could respond further, Arianna leaned against the counter, pretending to be disinterested but unable to hide the twitch of excitement in her eyes. “Mom,” she said with mock seriousness, “I may… have a similar situation. There is a boy, Jacob, and he… complimented my drawing. I am unsure how to respond. Statistically, this is unusual for a peer.” I laughed, pulling her close. “You can just say ‘thank you,’ Arianna. Or draw him something else to show you appreciate it.”