Hearts Drawings Novels & Stories

Xavier says, kissing her cheek. "You're gonna see mines now?" Harley says, looking up at Xavier. With a smile, Xavier kisses his nose and replies. "Yes, I'm gonna look at yours." he says, grabbing his card. He opens his card to reveal a drawing of five little stick figures of him, Christine, Kai, me, and Xavier and he drew our names above all our heads with a heart in the middle of all of us. "Thank you, bubba. I love it." he says, kissing his head and hugging all of them.

He already owned me, my body, my soul, and my heart. He approached, his gaze intense, his eyes a deep, captivating blue. The setting sun cast long shadows, highlighting his sculpted features, a testament to his physical prowess. I felt his hand unclasping my bra, his touch a gentle yet forceful command. I bit my lip, my body reacting to his touch, my senses on high alert. His gaze lowered, his eyes fixed on my breasts, his jaws clenching with a mixture of desire and frustration. "Fuck!" he cursed, his voice a low growl.

It is a sound that envelops me like a comforting blanket, reminding me of the joys of parenthood. "See, buddy?" Leo says in that low, engaging tone. "This painting is called 'The Dreamers.' It's about two people who used to be close but grew apart, just like your mom and me." I turn to Leo, surprised by his candor. He turns back to me, and for that one moment, our gazes meet-and in that one moment, a spark of electricity fired between us. "That's one way to put it," I answer softly, heart racing as I try to keep my vulnerability concealed.

“Let’s stroll to the library, he might be there” The walked to the library but it was empty, The library was usually his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the pressures of his world. But today, it seemed abandoned. She saw his painting brush covered in red, her curiosity getting the better of her, she approached his drawing board, And that's when she saw it. A new sketch. “Oh my God” she wailed and covered her mouth. The image made her heart throb.

Subhadra heard and knew the name Mahendra Varma from somewhere, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She'd been scratching her head from the past two days, wondering, wondering, where had she heard that name? She opened her I*******m account which was entirely dedicated to her poetry and she clicked on the heart button.

He looked engrossed in the piece. I nervously looked at the drawing and wished I had covered it or hadn’t drawn it in the first place. “Honestly, I don’t know. I let my mind and hand take the lead.” “Interesting,” Professor Burns looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed. “Art that comes from the heart has a different way of expressing itself. It happens naturally without you even thinking about it and that,” he turned to address the class, “is how true art is made. It requires no thought, simply just let your soul take control and once you can achieve that, you will be one of the greatest artists of your time.” He walked around the room, looking at everyone.

"You're not as bad as you make yourself out to be; doing bad things, bad deeds, doesn't mean your attitude is so bad." He leaned on the steering wheel with his arms crossed and kept looking at me. I wanted to touch his bicep and see if it was as hard as it looked, and for some reason, I found myself tracing with my fingers the lines that drew a small statue of liberty. "What are you basing that on?" his bicep tensed when I moved to a tattoo closer to the sleeve of his shirt: a deck of cards "You don't know anything about me."

Noah nods and approaches the guy. We take seats on a large sofa that the boy keeps here while he turns on the air conditioning and a little music while he starts to draw. The boy is quite professional in his work without paying too much attention to the conversation we are making. Finally, he approaches us with his sketchbook, revealing the wolf design in a linear format. "We'll add shadows and details like the ones they have here, but this is the basic design." Turning the page, he shows the enhanced version. Noah praises, "Damn, man, you've nailed it! It's so impressive, it's making me want to touch up my tattoo!" The boy chuckles at Noah's remark.

'' You are making embarrassed,'' he asserts. '' Oh how cute you are, I like this point about you,'' she said hugging him tightly. '' Do you remember,'' she lifts her face. '' I also drew a painting of you when I first met you. It was full of scribbles though as I could not paint just like you or draw well that much. But you said,' What you draw with your heart, what you draw with your love will always be special to me, ' I am still following those words from you till this day,'' she said as her hand was drawing near his face as they looked into each other's eyes.

She thrust a slightly crumpled piece of paper toward him. Elena smiled, setting the plates on the table. “Let’s see it.” The drawing was a simple, colorful sketch: three stick figures holding hands, with a sun overhead and a small heart above. The heartwarming innocence of it contrasted sharply with the harsh reality he was living. He placed a hand over the paper gently, careful not to crumple it further. “This is beautiful.” he murmured, eyes softening as he looked up at Elena. Aria beamed. “Do you like it, daddy?”