Love Passionate Sketches Novels & Stories

I know, it's not always easy for a new student who just moved from another country. He is drawing something. "Hey, Edwin." I take a seat beside him. "You wanna see my drawing?" He covers the page with his thumb. "No. But show me if you want." I reply. He uncovers the page, straightening the sketch book. Jesus Christ. He drew Emilia and Jake. His eyes are opened and her eyes are closed. They are kissing. "It looks....real. You draw well, boy." Edwin smiles, looking a bit shy. "Thanks."

My Dearest Fiance, The weather is warm here. I think you would enjoy yourself. The country is beautiful but I'm afraid it pales compared to you. The estate I am having built is a fine one I think you will be pleased with it. A stable is also being built behind the estate. The main house is close to the beach. I know how much you like to swim. Inside is a flower I preserved that I found on the grounds. I hope you like it and I hear from you soon. Francis Ravenport

Lorenzo's POV I may hate it here in this house but the one place I can never get tired of is the little balcony outside my bedroom where I sketch and pour out my worries and troubles onto a blank white paper. The problem is that even this balcony that has been my sanctuary for ages isn't working anymore. I glance down at my drawing and eye the naked pane of Celestine's body. I haven't seen it in two years, but every inch of those curves are ingrained in my fucking head and they aren't coming out. No matter how much I want them gone. I've been pouring this frustration into drawings, just drawings after drawings. Drawings so vivid that I can make out the smattering of freckles all over her bod

Only respect. He chose a small, simple frame for the sketch, one that complemented the pencil lines without overpowering them. It wasn’t lavish. It wasn’t ostentatious. It wasn’t meant to demand attention. It was quiet. Thoughtful. Meaningful. Like the kind of love he was learning to show her.

Something she made for her dad, to gift her dad but never got to do. Uncomfortable with the silence, I pick one of the sketches, a pencil drawing of a model-thin lady without a head. The focus of the artist is on the skirt. Cinched at the waist and flared at the knee. There are too many of them spread out on El’s desk. The designs vary but some are repeated with little improvements. “What are these?” I ask. El yawns again. I carry her to the long couch in one corner of her office and place her between my legs. Her back presses to my chest, I massage her shoulders and she lets out a grateful sigh.

It is totally NO-NO! "Why? You don't believe me?" Ying Yue's questioning her back. She looks confident, and her eyes were showing that she was saying something real. Which makes Xue Mei lose her word afterward. "Hmm.." "Well, you can find his condom in his drawer. I mean, his bedside drawer. There, you also can find a sketchbook which is filled with that girl's drawing. You are an art student, right? So you know it yourself, if someone is really in love with the one she or he truly loves, she or he would draw their significant other’s picture. The feeling to want to portray every single moment with the one they love is what I heard." She flips the comforter and lays on the bed, letting Xue M

Paolo suggested. “I’ll do it,” Eloise volunteered. “I know how to sketch, at least decently.” Coming from a well-off family, Eloise had been trained in the arts, painting, music, and dance. She wasn’t a professional, but she was good enough to put together a solid sketch. Paolo brought her a pencil and a sketchpad. Cosmo began describing the man’s face slowly and carefully from memory. Using both the video and Cosmo’s description, it took them more than an hour to complete the sketch.

I felt suddenly too warm, too close, too aware of the space—or lack of it—between us. And then the artist stepped back with a dramatic flourish. “Ta-dah!” he announced. “Look at you!” He turned the sketch toward us, beaming. “Magnifique,” he added proudly. “I rarely see such great love in two people’s eyes.” My breath caught. Oh, finally. I slumped back, relaxing, as I stared at the beautiful drawing. Charcoal lines captured something I hadn’t meant to reveal—softness, longing, a quiet pull between us that looked undeniable on paper. We were angled toward each other, expressions open, almost tender. Not posed. Not forced.

"I believe that you should be cheerful, Elah. I know that we can figure out how to make this marriage something beyond an arrangement." His words lingered palpably, weighty with significance. There was an unmistakable science between us, a certain draw that neither of us could overlook. What's more, at that time, I felt a flood of want, a yearning that I hadn't hold Ethan's lips brushed against mine, a plume light kiss that sent a shock of power through my body. I heaved at the sensation, my heart dashing. His hands moved to support my face, and he kissed me once more, more profound this time, his lips catching mine in an enthusiastic hug.

A little light bulb must have gone off in him. "Do you think you can draw the flowers for me?" He asked. "Peregrine, you need to slow down and explain." I was getting worried. "Just, can you draw the flowers or not Rain?" His tone was urgent. "Yes, I think I can." Luckily for Peregrine I inherited my father's artistic abilities. Peregrine threw a sketchpad that had been lying on the desk toward me. After some searching he threw me the pencil he found. I quickly started to draw the flowers. They slightly resemble tulips, but mixed with the protective flower that Star had given me.