Gangster Princess Drawings Novels & Stories

“I hurriedly turned on my torch flashing it to the objects I could barely see and to my surprise the pictures of his victims were on the wall as speculated. I scoffed knowing that I almost doubted Spider's words. I got into the small space flashing the bright light at all the pi5 pinned to the board. They were pictures of different people and each of them had an X written in red color across their faces. They were men, women and even children. From this I can only judge that my rival was just as cruel as a monster. I could barely recall the faces of those he had murdered and just as the saying goes he who kills by the gun dies by the gun, he just had his own share of karma. He died by the gu

“Can we see?” “Yeah!” she vigorously nods, presenting us with the drawing. “Tada!” “Hmm, and what are we looking at?” Alpha Knox frowns, examining the mess she created on this paper. This drawing is very much like the drawings I've been seeing from her, it's so different from the previous masterpiece she showed us. “I painted my five-ith birthday party.” she frowns, studying him like he should already know what it is because the drawing is so clear.

Grandpa Scott held the torn pieces of the drawing paper in his hand and threw them into the trash. "I'm going to take a nap. I'm exhausted." Bianca hugged her drawing supplies and walked back to her room. After hearing the door close, Francesco's Adam's apple moved slightly. When he spoke, his voice was low and hoarse. "What do they look like?" "See for yourself." Grandpa Scott opened his phone gallery. On the screen was a secretly photographed image of the drawing. Bianca was good at drawing, and her skills were impressive. The two babies she had drawn looked adorable.

“Hello, pretty Princess.” Ruby waved shyly. “Happy birthday, Princess.” “Oh my God, thank you!” She twisted her fingers nervously, glancing over her shoulder. “What is the problem, Princess? You can tell me.” Her eyes brightened. “I have a gift for you.” My heart turned into warm butter. “Show me.” Ruby held up a drawing, slightly crumpled but obviously made with all the love in her little body. At the center was a large house under a bright yellow sun. Stick figures stood in front of it.

Stacy just sighed as she stared at her, Not bothering to disturb her, She brought out her Sketch pad and began to draw. " Am Done. Let's go! " Jemmy announced a few minutes later. When she didn't get any reply, she closed her books and removed her reading glasses before looking over at Stacy, and then she found that the latter was drawing. Being a super curious girl, she moved closer to the latter and pecked at what the latter was drawing. Jimmy couldn't help but gasp in amazement when she saw what the latter was drawing, the latter was drawing the picture of a Celebrity, one that is loved by them both, Billie Yves.

It felt nothing like her delicate beautiful skin but I was grateful I had a physical image of her hung in our room. Her face will be the first I will see when I wake up and last I will see when I go to sleep like I have always wanted because the frame was on the wall opposite my bed. “This is beautiful, Princess,” I said finally finding my voice. “Thank you for making this.” Princess smiled again, “Of course Dylan. I drew it for myself but I thought you needed it more.” she replied. I turned around and saw Aidan, Samuel, Princess, Barton, Jeffery, and a girl who looked just like Cecelia beside him.

Jessica’s room was being handled with care as I moved to throw open all the windows. It still reeked like sex inside here and I couldn’t help but suppress the urge to punch that prissy fuck in the face for what he did to my Princess. He fucked around with her stepsister behind her back for crying out loud all because Jessica was still waiting to be married to give herself away. Fuck, she was a still a virgin and all I could think of was how she needed a real man like me to show her what it means to be a true woman.

I saw it, and I think your American accent is quite charming," I replied. Ivan suddenly smiled, transforming his face entirely from a feral beast to a teddy bear. "You are the redhead who is messing up my brother's mind," he said as he stretched out his hand to greet me. Suddenly, his head tipped forward, and Frank stood behind him. "She's the Mafia Princess, you stupid dimwit. You will accord her the respect she deserves," Frank said sternly. "That won't be necessary," I said in a soft voice, knowing that the men heard me. Damon suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. "This is going to be bad," he whispered.

She stepped closer, the bracelet practically in my face. "Marco needs a woman who understands him. A partner who shines in a crowd." She paused, her voice turning sharp. "Not some weirdo who hides away in a studio, painting her creepy little pictures." Marco said nothing. His silence hurt more than anything. Sofia giggled from the side. She pointed at the huge, red-and-black abstract painting on the main wall. "Isabella's right. Your paintings are... something else, Elena. It looks like a crime scene. All that red… it's a bad omen."

But before I could come up with any plan, I heard a sound that made my blood run cold. The door. It creaked open slowly, the hinges groaning as two figures stepped inside. They were both dressed in black suits, their faces partially obscured by the dim light, but I could see the smug expressions on their faces. My heart raced as they approached, every muscle in my body tensing with fear. “Look who’s awake,” the first man said, his voice dripping with condescension. He had a cruel smirk on his face as he stepped closer, his eyes raking over me with a predatory gleam. “The lost Mafia princess herself.”