Happy Valentine Drawing Novelas e Histórias

Harley says, wiping his tears. "It's okay, bubba." I say, kissing his head and smoothing his hair down. He opens the piece of paper and smiles when he sees a drawing of two stick figures, one being small and one being big, the small one being Kai and the big one being Xavier. There's a heart in the middle and it's colored in and outside the lines and- awww, she wrote her name at the bottom. "It's beautiful, baby. Thank you." Xavier says, kissing her cheek.

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

I ran my thumb over the photo, tracing her face gently. “God… who are you and are you so beautiful?” I whispered without meaning to. A folded piece of paper sat underneath. I picked it up, unfolded it carefully. It was a drawing — a childish one — done by a child of probably six years old, with colored pencils, the edges already yellowed from age. It showed three stick figures, hand in hand: a tall man with dark hair, a beautiful woman beside him, and a little boy with silver hair and grey eyes, a smaller girl beside him, with a big red heart between them.

He was smiling slightly, making the entire drawing have warmth. "Colin, I drew this. Do you like it?" Proudly, I asked Colin. I was confident Colin would like it. As expected, Colin nodded. His beautiful eyes shone brightly as he smiled. Holding my hand, he pulled me to his side. With a deep voice, he said, "I like it. I like your gift the most." The few men around us whistled, making the atmosphere more lively. I listened to the cheers and held out the love letter like I was offering a treasure. "I knew you would like it. Here's my second gift. Everyone, please clap. Colin will be in a relationship soon."

"Something like that, but bigger." Miguel seemed to think about this as he colored. After a while, he asked, "Will they get better? Like how Mommy wasn't mad anymore after I said sorry?" "I hope so, little man," Gerald said softly. "I really hope so." When Miguel finished his second drawing, he handed it to Gerald. "Can you give this to Daddy? It's a special picture." Gerald looked down at the paper. Miguel had drawn Victor and Selena standing close together, with big smiles on their faces. Between them was a red heart.

“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.

She responded with a delightful giggle, her laughter filling the air with a sweet and uplifting melody that momentarily lifted the somber mood. “Look, look!" she exclaimed with excitement, squirming free from my embrace and darting over to the kitchen table. Amidst a collection of colorful crayons and scattered papers, I came across a heartwarming drawing. Mabel, with a proud smile on her face, pointed at the figures and exclaimed, "This is Daddy, this is Mum, and this is me," as she tapped each figure with her tiny finger.

“Go ahead. I’ve got Landon covered.” Valerie kissed Antonio one more time before heading to her art studio. As she entered the room, she took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of paint and canvas. The studio was her sanctuary, a space where she could escape and let her emotions flow through her brushstrokes. She walked over to her easel, where a half-finished painting waited for her. It was an abstract piece, full of soft hues and fluid shapes, but she could already see the vision forming in her mind—a new creation, inspired by the excitement and anticipation of the baby growing inside her.

Happiness is just— happiness. Never mind, Valen mentally pulled her collars in victory seeing how well she handled this bastard. He was standing silently now, "I am happy because I finally know you are not a bad guy Ryley. In fact, you are the nicest guy." Her hands automatically travelled up there over his shoulders resting there turning the position into something that made them look as if they were kissing each other!

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.