Happy Valentine Drawing Novels & Stories

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

Jack looked at the camera again, beaming like the sun had cracked open just for him. “Wook, Mama! I drawed you!” He held up a crinkled paper, crayons dancing in thick, crooked lines. There she was, in blue. He always drew her in blue. Safe. Calm. Strong. “That’s beautiful,” I whispered. “Is that me smiling?” He nodded hard, curls bouncing. “Yeah! We at da beach. You happy!” I swallowed hard. “That sounds perfect.” Valerie smiled from behind him, gently running her fingers through his curls.

Valerie smiled, "I am happy, Andre. I never knew I could experience so much happiness, but I am very happy, and all I can say to you is thank you very much." "Anytime," Andre replied, afterward, he opened the door of his car for her and said, "Please get in, future Mrs. Scorpion." Valerie smiled and got into the car. EIGHT MONTHS LATER Valerie lay on the couch with her legs crossed, a robe adorning part of her body, while Andre stood in front of her with a drawing board, sketching her. "How much longer?" She asked. "Oh no, you're ruining this," Andre said. "Shh, just be quiet. A little while longer and I'll be done."

Liza drew her words like a snail with a glint of surprise popping in her almond eyes every time she glanced at the painting. It was a faceless man with a partly unbuttoned shirt and a dagger tattoo. He stood sideways. His shoulders were broad and his abs flawless. It made her wonder why Valerie draw a faceless incredibly hot guy. Did she fantasize about him? " So I gotta ask. Why did you draw a man that too faceless" Breathing out loudly, Val explained " I guess. I am just trying to figure out what he looks like but my memories are fuzzy. I must have seen his face somehow. No matter how dark the room might have been right?"

Valentine's aristocratic nostrils shot up as if she had caught a whiff of a particularly tasty piece of meat. Julian led his prisoner through the ballroom. At the bottom of the steps, he tossed Cuthbert hard to the floor without so much as batting an eye at Portia. He drew Valentine a delicate bow while supporting one booted foot on the small of his back. "For the pleasure of my lady." Valentine cocked her head to the side and took a moment to consider his gift. He's a little too chubby in my opinion, but I think it's the thought that counts.

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.