Florante At Laura Drawing Novels & Stories

She didn’t like that Laura remembered the fight and she definitely didn’t like the smug look on her face. Laura’s eyes moved over her slowly, narrowing slightly. Her head tilted like she was weighing something. She reached out and her fingers stopped just short of Lyralei’s arm before pulling back, like she couldn’t decide whether Lyralei was solid or just another trick the mark was playing on her. “You only won because you sprouted wings,” Lyralei snapped. “That still counts as unfair.” Laura’s mouth curved like she was amused but her eyes stayed sharp. The amusement faded as she looked around the altered library. The shelves stretched too high and the storm outside the windows had frozen m

She barely took a moment to gather her thoughts before sprinting down the stairs as the thought of Jonathan, dressed to the nines and facing her father with flowers in hand, propelled her forward. As she reached the last step, she saw him—Jonathan, standing tall in the middle of the room, a bouquet of deep red roses clutched in his hands. He looked up, catching her gaze, his face breaking into a tentative smile. Her father who noticed her presence, turned with a measured nod. "Laura, come sit with me," he said, patting the space beside him on the couch as his tone carried the weight of both curiosity and expectation. Laura's legs moved stiffly as if on autopilot, and she took her place besid

She extricated herself from Scarlett's embrace to skip over to him. "Hi, I'm Laura." Laura stretched out her hands for a handshake which Hudson took. "Hudson." Hudson replied back. "Laura, I'll be back in a bit. I have to go see the teacher, will you wait for me?." Scarlett picked up her art book and held it behind her. "Why can't I go with you? Is it something I can't see?." Laura pouted, she looked very sad.

She pulled out her drawing from school and handed it to Mommy. It was three people standing under a giant pink tree. “That’s you,” she said, pointing to the tall figure. “And me. And Jack.” Mommy blinked a few times. Her eyes looked wet, but she smiled real big. Jack leaned over and pointed. “What’s that in your hand?” “A flower. A dandyflower.” “Dandelion,” Mommy corrected softly, brushing Lila’s curls away from her eyes. Lila shrugged. “Same thing.” Then she looked up, suddenly serious. “Mommy?”

Laura immediately corrected. “I mean, the young heir of the Crezford family is a freelance artist. I was told that he’ll be the one to draw your portrait this year. Doesn’t that make this year’s portrait special?” she giggled. “But pardon me, Miss. What do you mean by you’re not engaged at all?” Laura walks towards her dressing table. There, on top of the dresser, another photo of Olivia Reign is in a photo frame. “It’s exactly what it means,” she answers. She cannot get engaged and get married while pretending to be Olivia. That’s messed up.

Laura frowned, wondering what it could be, Clifton disappeared into his bedroom for a moment before returning with a large painting in his hand, "I painted this," he said, holding the painting out towards Laura, Laura's eyes widened in surprise. "It's beautiful!" Clifton blushed at her praise, a small smile crossing his face, After admiring the painting for a few minutes, Laura turned to Clifton, "thank you for an amazing night." Clifton took her hand and squeezed it. "Thank you, Laura, you make me so happy." Clifton said, “You are welcome, I did It for both of us” Laura said,

Everything had softened into cream and pale gold. Even the walls had changed. I stopped before the main hall. The yellow sunflower painting which was my favorite was gone. In its place hung a new canvas: two intertwined flowers, pale and fragile, their stems curling around each other. They were twin flowers, a species I recognized very well. Growing up, Laura used to have a smaller similar canvas on the wall of her room. My lips curved slowly. This was definitely her doing. I studied the painting a moment longer, my wolf watching through my eyes with cool detachment.

AVERY LAURA'S LEGS FOLDED under her and she collapsed to the floor like a limp sack of potatoes. I looked at Dante, expecting him to rush forward to help his wife, but he had a lazy, uninterested look in his eyes. He looked as if he was tired of Laura and her antics. I crouched beside Laura and turned her up so she wouldn't choke. "I will get the maid," Dante muttered. He stared at my ring finger in disbelief too for a few seconds before he carefully sidestepped Laura and went out.

His dark hair caught the sunlight, and when he looked up at Lucian, his eyes mirrored his father's—icy blue, piercing yet warm when they softened. Lucian watched him quietly, the corner of his lips twitching with a restrained smile. "You've been drawing again," he said in his low, calm tone. Lucca nodded, proudly holding up his paper. "It's you and Mother… and me." Lucian leaned forward to look. The drawing was clumsy but full of heart Caliste stood in the middle, smiling, while Lucian and Lucca each held one of her hands. Above them, a sun with a crooked smile shone brightly.