Novel & Cerita Gangster Jail Love Drawings

He opens it pulling me in closing the door behind us. Once he turns the light on I'm faced with a wall of papers, some have different peoples faces on them, some were photos of buildings and others were of money. On a desk were more papers with a bunch of not very neat handwriting on, I pick a piece up to see it was plans for a robbery.

There was this hard thumping of my heart inside my chest telling me I was in a big, big trouble. Jeez! Gian turned to his sketchpad. This time, he had that broad smile on his handsome face as he looks at his sketches. It seems he loves his drawing that much. “I’m almost done. I'll finish it before the sun sets.” And he winked at me. I sighed and waited patiently. He was always like that. When he was absorbed with what he was doing, no one can stop him. And I understand. That’s the artist characters, anyway.

I closed my eyes and blurted out all of a sudden, "I don't know how this happened, but I like you Vayden." The speed of the car became faster than before. "You like me?" he asked and let out a humorous chuckle. "You and I, we both know that after six months, you are gonna leave me. We even signed that paper. So, get that thought out of your head. You cannot like me." The way he was replying made me sad. I felt like crying. "So, you don't care about me? My emotions? Don't you like me?" "All I care about is the gangs. I married you for my gang and so that I could bring the Blemish under my control too. I said you could leave me after six months because I would bring your gang under my clutches

I put my phone on charge and went downstairs to join everyone. Lizzie came in running holding a paper, "Oly... look I made this at school today.." I saw a drawing of two sticks with heads and hands.. I smiled, "who are these skinny people? Don't they eat?" She laughed, "It's you and meeee.. my teacher said we should draw people we love and I drew you..." I picked her up and put her on my lap, "well when my teacher tells me to drow a person I love, I'll draw you and me too.. trust that little kitten.."

Her belly button was tucked inside the muscle and that's where the drawing stopped. May scrunched her nose. This drawing reminds her of someone. Someone she doesn't want to be reminded of, Bella. Her eyes shifted to the next drawing which she found to be the worst. A woman and man having sex. No, it looked like she was being raped cause her hands were tied. May's stomach churned. She felt uncomfortable. Why does he have such obscenities drawn in his room? The third and fourth drawings she loved, however. She thought the artist had done a wonderful job drawing a rose that looked like it was dying with its leaves dropping to the floor.

Not all unions are made in heaven and bound to be fairy tales. The Nepharious Gangster's lethal Love - the painful saga of love and hurt. To be continued.....

Serenity smirked up at Xander who could only laugh out loud at her gloating. "I love you, Mrs Moretti." He leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. "I love you too, Mr Mafia." THE END

Damn. Another deep breath later I shook my head then moved his sketch aside and started drawing my latest victim instead. Willing my mind to think about my latest kill, I started sketching, fast. The lines, the shape of his slouched body, and the fear show his level of stress without showing off his face. The blood dripping from his stomach made them perfectly in line with the moment his life was slipping away. My wrist moves hurriedly, line after line, shading, shaping Rudy the tattletale. The coloring comes next, then I decided to stop when my back felt too tired to continue.

Getting close to the cell he noticed a man drawing something on the wall. The jailer was impressed by this prisoner's work on the walls. The prisoner was drawing realistic art. There was a girl's face drawn everywhere on the wall. Apart from that, there were two little boys and a little girl's faces were drawn too. Diverting his gaze at the prisoner he was a little bit surprised. This prisoner was different from the others. " He is the most civilised among these assholes," The constable informed noticing the jailer's interest. The jailer asked," Who is he?"

We may be separated by distance, but my love for you remains unwavering. Braxton] The next piece of paper is a child's drawing, a colorful and simple representation of family. In the drawing, there’s a man in a suit with grayish hair, depicted with a smile on his face. Standing beside him is another man in a suit with black hair, who’s holding hands with a woman in a simple dress. Between the man and the woman is a toddler in a jumpsuit. Then there’s a baby, cradled in the woman’s arms, completing the image. And beside them, with a knowing grin, is a figure labeled ‘Grandpa.’