Hearts Drawings Novels & Stories

DRAKE I don't know what to call the past few days for myself. Hell was what I thought my life is when I first got separated with Carina. But now it's worse than hell. I'm supposed to feel better about this but I don't feel better at all. I just hate my life. I'm a billionaire and I have all the features most people want. What's the use of all these when my life is a total mess up? I know I sent Carina away and I seriously don't want to see her. I can't get her out of my heart and that seems to be the problem for me. She's bound and etched in my heart, I am still madly in love with her.

He remained on his seat while looking at me curiously. "Yearn for my yes. Telling you that I like you too doesn't mean I already said my yes. Prove yourself first!" Then I stuck my tounge out and went out of the rooftop. Upon closing the door, I could feel the heat that resting on my cheeks and the rapidly beating of my heart in my chest. It felt like any moment from now, my heart would make an explosion inside my ribcage. Parker is the only person who could do such things on me.

"Just promise me you'll take care of yourself, okay? And. well, I know this is probably the last thing on your mind, but NJ, you know I can't stop myself from asking, have you thought of the possibility of, maybe ……. this working out? Maybe this will be something more, you never know. Noah's eyes grew wide, and she could almost hear Mia's mischievous grin right over the phone. "Mia!” she breathed, shocked with an undercurrent of amusement. "Absolutely not. My heart still belongs to Anthony, you know that, and that's not happening, we both have people in our lives that we obviously care about.

I ran my fingers via her hair, inhaling out barely entangled scent. I brushed my finger over her mark, feeling the outline of two hearts with a wolf in the middle. She shivered underneath my touch, moaning unconsiously. I moved my hand to my neck, rubbing my finger over the newly forming mark. It used to be a moon with two wolves in front of it. I smiled, I have a mate again....

My boyfriend said he had been connected to a system that let him see how much other people needed him. The first thing he did was ask me with tears in his eyes, "Your number is only 30. Don't you love me?" I told him, "Just because I don't depend on you doesn't mean I don't love you." After that, whenever it rained, he would hold an umbrella over his secretary and even drive out of his way to take her home. When I asked him about it, he would say, "Don't overthink it. Her number is high, so I know she needs my help." One day, I was sick and stuck in bed, but he chose to go shopping with his secretary. "Your number is low, but she's in more urgent need of me. I'll go shopping with her first,

Claire came back with Caleb. She couldn't even wait to step inside before rushing to share the good news with me. "The Lancaster family said they're sending someone on Christmas Eve to pick up the new heir. You should help pack Caleb's things." I sat quietly on the couch and gave her a calm nod. "Perfect timing. Let's sign the papers." Claire's smile faded. Her eyes landed on the divorce papers already sitting on the coffee table. She froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard. "You already prepared them?"

Inside is a framed picture. There are little circles and lines and letters that form a sort of triangle shape. I take a minute to figure it out, but I realize it’s a chemical structure. Below the picture, in red calligraphy letters, it says, ‘This is love.’ The ‘o’ is in the shape of a heart. When I look closer, I can see everything was hand drawn and painted. It’s beautiful. “Zara, d-did you make this?” I run my fingers over the glass,, gawking at the drawing. “What chemical is it?”

She said to herself, "These are so childish, why would he keep them framed?" Te quality of the drawings improvised in some, the artist had learned to colour the picture within the borders without scraping them across the picture. She was going through them lazily when she saw a drawing which attracted her consious attention. This was pecliar than the rest as it featured two human like figure- a girl and a boy. Bee stood there studying the picuture; the boy was taller than the girl and both held hands with a red heart floating between them. There was something scribbled above the heads of each figure.

She sucks at drawing. “I didn’t know my head was this big,” he choked. I moved closer, and I tried to hold in my laughter so I wouldn't hurt her feelings. “I love your neck,” I choked out, looking at the drawing. She made him very tall with a big head and a thin neck. A lot was wrong in this drawing, and I wanted to laugh so hard, especially with how stunned he is. “This is for you, Mommy," Hailey said, handing over my card. I collected it, and I pressed my lips together.

The exact millisecond my eyes skim the markings on the paper, the expression dominating my face freezes into absolute solid ice. "Whoa! The colors are so completely beautiful! My brain knew it represented a special gift for my station and Hayden! This super pretty card with the girl drawings must belong to my ledger!" Layla screams, tearing the paper straight out of my numb fingers. The card material displays a bright drawing of a little wolf girl standing right next to a giant frosted birthday cake. The second card features a little boy wolf standing beside a similar cake asset. Although absolute zero written text blocks are stamped onto the material, the pictures communicate a thousand wor