Grandma Drawing Novels & Stories

When we got home, I went straight to Greval's room. I am excited to draw. As we were on our way here, I have been thinking to draw the exterior of this mansion. I changed into yellow summer dress before I started drawing. It took me almost half an hour before I finished the drawing. It was just a quick sketch. I smiled as I looked at it. I bought many sketchpads and pencils. I mean, Greval bought me because it is his money that I used. I should thanked him. I almost forgot about it.

“I brought you something.” She reached into the small backpack Clara had let her carry and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. Mum took it carefully. It was a drawing. All four children stood in front of a house, and above them Lily had written FOR GRANDMA in large uneven letters. Mum read it twice. “Did you draw this on the plane?” Lily nodded. “I didn’t know what else to bring.” “This is better than anything you could have bought.” Lily looked down at the blanket.

Grace had requested a quiet afternoon at the estate to celebrate the seamless ratification of the northern project and to spend uninterrupted time with her great-grandson. "Mommy, look!" Zane called out, running into the dining hall in his little navy cardigan, holding up a sheet of paper covered in bright wax-crayon drawings. "I drew a house for Great-Grandma with a big garden!" Amelia crouched down, her face softening into a warm, radiant smile as she took the drawing from his hands. "Oh, Zane, this is beautiful! Look at all those flowers. Great-Grandma is going to love it."

Just thinking about it was like taking a blade to the heart. That very night, however, Grandma appeared in my dream again. She seemed to know of our family's current predicament. "Vanessa, go to the oak tree behind the hill," she said, sighing deeply. "Your Grandpa buried gold bars there for a rainy day. Now that the prices are high, selling them can solve our immediate financial woes." In my past life, I listened to Grandma and excitedly told Dad the news. Yet, who would've thought that what was hidden there wasn't gold but white powder?

"Grandpa, it's not true. Wendy is lying." "Who is your grandpa?" he snapped, stepping back as if she were toxic. "I don't recall having a granddaughter like you." Bianca collapsed, her face white as chalk. Rupert turned to the butler from the Reilly family, his voice ringing with authority. "Tell Mr. Reilly Sr. that his grandson is marrying my true granddaughter, Wendy Pittman, not some impostor playing dress-up." The butler nodded hastily and scurried out. Tessa dropped to her knees, crawling toward Rupert. "Please, Bianca is practically your granddaughter, too. You watched her grow up."

I was happy for her and Mark, and I know that their love would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day. I thought about my own life, and how I had built a loving home for my son. I am proud of the person I had become knowing I am raising my son with love, kindness and compassion just like my grandma had done with me. Tears filled my eyes at the thought of my deceased grandma. How I miss her so much and I could only wish she was here to see her great grand child grow...if only she didn't die prematurely. Back in my room, I pulled the duvet over me, putting on my glasses. I picked my drawing pen and paper to sketch my new designs and the thought of who dared try to steal my design

Yet now, it felt as if every one of my efforts had been turned into some cruel joke. In that instant, fragments of my past life surged back, replaying themselves before my very eyes. It felt as though a pair of invisible hands was dragging my entire family toward the same abyss once more. Watching Sarah's figure disappear into the distance, I felt compelled to chase after her and beg for forgiveness. However, once again, Mia's voice cut through the moment. "Grandma, you're so annoying! Why can't you just leave Mommy alone? She hates you right now. If you keep bothering her, she might actually kill herself."

"Right… Right. I get it now!" She suddenly turned and rushed into my bedroom like a madwoman, grabbing my clothes and luggage and throwing them out the door one by one. "It's all your fault! You've ruined my grandson, you cursed bitch! I knew you were up to no good! Get out! Get out of my house right now!" "Grandma!" Ryder panicked and reached out to stop her.

he said proudly, “and that’s Daddy’s car. And look—those are all of us!” Bianca’s gaze skimmed over the childish scrawls. Her lips curved, but the smile never reached her eyes. “How imaginative,” she said, her tone clipped and formal, as though delivering a judgment rather than praise. Kamal stepped forward quickly, eager for her approval. “And I drew the garden. Look, Grandma…see the flowers?” Bianca nodded, but the nod was perfunctory, detached. “Mm. Yes. Lovely.”

Even if she isn't in the mood for any thing or any one, she was always in the mood for Drago and Emily. Let's just say, they are her antidotes. Diego had thought bringing Emma was gonna change his mother, but no, he was wrong. The kids were. "Grandmother, do you know I can draw?" Emily said. "Wow!" She exclaimed. "Really?" "Yes, grandmother. I even painted a picture of my father when he first came to Alaca." "Oh, really? But daddy never told me that." "Yeh. He must have forgotten." She said,