Happy Valentine Drawing Novels & Stories

His voice lifted with excitement. She smiled and hurried over to take the top box. After setting it on the floor, she ripped off the duct tape. “Oh, Justin. There are tons of decorations. Some of these are Christmas, but I think if we pull out just the red, purple, and white decorations, that will look enough like Valentine’s Day. Don’t you think?” He set down his box and slapped his hands against his thighs, brushing off dirt. “Let’s try it and see.” He glanced around the room. “What do you want me to do?”

I found myself smiling and eventually fall asleep. ~~~ I walked in the school hallways and immediately got attacked by Carmen. "Carmen, I almost fall." As she let go of the hug, her face shines brightly. She looks happy and excited. "What'sthe matter? Why are you smiling so wide like a Cheshire cat early in the morning? In the middle of the hallway." "Guess what, guess what, guess what?" "Um... your dog got pregnant?" She looks at me flatly. "My dog is a boy, Val. Anyway, my dance team will perform for the guys at the game!" She said excitedly. I smile widely at her.

“That’s right, Claire. Ethan still cares about you. Just earlier, he was talking about surprising you for Valentine’s Day.” She turned to him, but her words were meant for me. “We’re all adults here. A little fun isn’t a big deal, right? Don’t take it to heart…” As she spoke, she picked up a bottle and aimed it at the scattered condoms on the floor. “Have you ever played with water balloons? They’re soft and feel just right against your skin. You should try it.” The still-warm latex pressed against my arm. My stomach lurched violently. The nausea surged up my throat, and I couldn’t hold it back—I vomited.

To turn this place upside down for clues. And I did, rummaging through her drawers I found a diary. A red diary with a happy Valentine written on it. This must be very cheap, I thought internally before opening it to see what's inside. And yes I found something there are some pictures of her and -- I don't know who. She is with a man in every single one of these pictures, smiling happily. She looks like she is in love or something. I flipped the image to find a name. Where is he now? Had they broken up?

At the mention of his father, his face morphed into something unreadable. He shook his head and went inside his suite. He furrowed his eyes when he heard music coming from their bedroom. Entering the bedroom, his lips stretched into a smile when he saw Valentina dancing to a song. Her uneven steps made him chuckle. Valentina turned around and smiled widely before running into Xavier's arms and hugging him tightly. "I'm so happy!!!" Xavier wrapped her hands around her waist and pulled her up so she was standing on his feet. "What made my wifey happy?"

He rushes in and stops at the edge of Adrian’s bed. Adrian’s eyes widen in surprise. “Hey, champ.” Liam pulls out a folded paper from his bag. “I made you a drawing.” Adrian tries to sit up straighter. “Let’s see.” Liam hands it over carefully. It’s a crayon sketch of the three of us—me, Liam, and Adrian—holding hands under a bright yellow sun. There’s even a dog beside us, though we don’t have one. Adrian stares at it, clearly touched. “This is amazing.”

She held up her drawing, a colorful sketch of four figures holding hands under a bright sun. “Look, Mommy! I made this for you!” she said, her voice bubbling with pride. “That’s me, you, Grandpa Emerson, and Mr. Hayes—your boyfriend!” I laughed, a giddy, heartfelt sound, my cheeks flushing at the word. Boyfriend. It felt delicious, like a secret I wanted to savor. Shawn, with his goofy grin and unwavering heart, was mine, and the thought made my soul sing. “Boyfriend, huh?” I said, teasing, ruffling her curls. “You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?”

The painting she was working on was a design for the luxury gift box packaging. After a while, when Valentina stretched and relaxed her tired arms, Carlo quickly stepped forward, placing his hands gently on her shoulders, massaging them lightly. Startled, Valentina turned around and, upon seeing Carlo, her face lit up with surprise and joy. She stood, embracing him warmly, and Carlo, always obedient to his mother, bent down to gently kiss her cheek.

Symbol of Jose's promise of love to Valerie. ***

So I showered, dressed in comfortable maternity clothes—a soft sweater that stretched over my growing bump, leggings that didn't constrict—and padded barefoot to the kitchen, where Isobel greeted me with a piece of paper thrust triumphantly into my hands. "I made you something," she announced, her grey eyes—Ronan's eyes, always Ronan's eyes—fixed on my face with that unnerving intensity. "It's for the Valentine's Day. Anya explained it. You give people things to show you like them." I looked down at the paper. A heart dominated the center, somewhat lopsided and definitely more red crayon than white space. Above it, in wobbly capitals: HAPPY VALENTIMES DADY'S GIRLFREND. Below it, five stick f