Gangster Princess Drawings Novels & Stories

He walked out and disappeared around a corner. Austin picked up the card and examined it. On one side, there was a red-eye drawing. He flipped it around and saw an address written on the back of the card. Austin shuddered, "Creep," He put it inside his pocket and proceeded to clean the mess. He stayed until the sun came up, waiting for John who arrived an hour late.

Her panic vanished, replaced by a scornful laugh. "Miss Aria? Her?" Brenda scoffed, pointing at me as if I were a piece of garbage. "Are you blind? Look at her! Dressed like a bricklayer who just crawled out of a sewer. The real Miss Moretti is a princess. She wears designer clothes, not this trash. This liar is trying to trick you!" Though my body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold, I met her gaze. The Moretti ice in my eyes could have frozen hell over.

Her eyes flicked briefly toward the table where the governor and Marcus now sat. “I’m sure the governor is well aware of the kind of son he has,” Victor replied, his tone calm almost non challant. “Marcus is a ladies’ man who doesn’t take no for an answer. He’s not as charming as he likes to seem.” Victor explained, not adding the fact that Marcus had a history of Assault which the governor did so well at hiding.

You just never know what to expect. The bedroom door is open, so I just walk out. It doesn't take me long to find him. Surprisingly, he's awake. He's out in the balcony and smoking a cigarette. He's in his boxers. I can see his tattoo, clear as day. It's a dragon, why didn't I notice it before? Whoever designed it is a true artist. It's perfection. It's like the dragon's alive whenever he moves. It moves with him.

She was drawing something that, according to the explanation she gave me five minutes later, was “a mafia mermaid princess with an underwater casino.” Angela sat on the sofa peeling an orange, looking like a woman who had made peace with her fate as a citizen in my daughter’s kingdom. “I’m hungry again,” Sienna said without looking up from her drawing. “You’re always hungry again.” “That’s because I’m growing. And gifted.” “Neither of those things needs to be announced every hour.” She finally looked at me. Her cute little bangs had fallen into her eyes. She blew at them with a level of drama entirely disproportionate to that chubby face. “Miss Parker said my drawing has personality.”

So that means getting going now. Having a blank page for a commission, and getting started on it, that’s two different things. After wasting most of my free period staring at a large white rectangle, I give up and start doodling in a sketchpad instead. Sketches of faces, mostly. The Pack. Imogen. Mom. The college staff. My tutor, Mrs Bird, as a Sergeant Major in a feathery rainbow uniform, strutting around bellowing orders. Jade as a crow, teaching crow martial arts to a bunch of baby crows. Mary in a Cinderella ball gown. Reese as a tiger. Tom as a warrior fairy, with dragonfly wings and a silver rapier.

The girl had been stupid, he thought, she had the perfect cover for herself under the bushes, but she pushed herself into their way, a truly nasty princess who is used to being served and could not endure any form of pain or discomfort. Removing his cap of dregs from his head, Jared sat up as he watched the brutalization of the princess, he had seen enough naked women in his line of work but nothing like hers, she had milky skin and the perfect structure of the princess cut body he had watched in cartoons as an innocent child, knowing her fate, he knew he had to blow his cover and tackle them at once He dashed with great speed from the fat mahogany tree he had settled himself a few distances

* Minutes later, she was back to the chamber and Liam opened the door for her as he bowed but princess Carlotta's mind wasn't in any way to Liam's as she just heaved out a soft sigh and entered the room and there was Lord Lorenzo sitting in his full glory as he was busy sketching. Does he draw? 'Goodness! How many times am I going to keep seeing drawings today, huh?' She groaned inwardly. Princess Carlotta peeped at his drawings and there it was. He was making a sketch of a woman, an old lady could be like her mother's age or maybe older than Queen Greta. 'Who is that?' She thought, looking at the drawing inquisitively. Could it be his mother or like an aunt relayed to her? She gasped at tha

"I want to sketch you, Princess.” My eyebrows rose. "What?" "I want to draw you. Here, with this view, in that dress." He was already reaching for a leather bag I hadn't noticed before, pulling out a sketchbook and charcoal pencils. “With that sexy as fuck look on your face.”

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~