Hearts Drawings Novels & Stories

and I could not get back to sleep. I freshened up and got ready. Looking at the copy I was drawing I remembered the painting easel he bought me. I jerked my thoughts and decided to draw some scenery or something but I could not draw anything except pictures of Ranveer. This is happening for the past few weeks. I try to draw something but I cannot draw anything but when I close my eyes and think of Ranveer, automatically I start drawing him and my drawing book is full with pictures of Ranveer.

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.

I don't know how I can make it mean more. You're special to me, because with you, I can be free. I can express myself with words. I don't want you talking to other girls. But, I can tell you for sure, a part of my heart is yours. Don't think I cheated. It won't be repeated. You're my only. Don't forget that honey. - Truly, Surely, Deeply, Subhadra She kissed the end of the paper to emphasize her point. She folded the paper neatly and put it in her purse. She would give it to him the next time she saw him.

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."

My plan was to make him stand in the middle of the heart, and let him know that was exactly what he was doing, taking up all of the space inside of my heart, it was supposed to be a cheeky but sweet confession, you definitely agree right? I get the idea to draw a heart on the ground and cover it up with the petals, I smack my own forehead for not thinking about it before and hurriedly get to work, and very surprisingly it works so much better, and just when I was halfway there, his new car rolls up beside my own car. With a groan, I hurriedly finish, making one side ti look exactly what it was, a rushed finished work, another word for ugly. “Mel!” his excited voice booms in the space around

'' 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.