Love Passionate Sketches Novels & Stories

My eyes twinkled seeing the names that were engraved on the love lock. Mike & Jessie. I smiled and looked into his eyes. His eyes crinkled because of his wide smile. And my heart swelled with love. My gaze shifted to all the locks that were locked, and I found Rose and John's lock. My eyes involuntarily searched for the lock Katherine had locked.

Christie may be six feet under but this is Christie’s heart and soul, in this hardbound A4 spiral notebook filled with heavy cardstock. Isa flipped through the pages. She was dumbfounded. Her jaw dropped to see sketches of what seemed like Dean Ramos with scribbles of red lipstick on top as if erasing the page. Some pages were torn and scratched with fingers leaving tiny blood spots. She flipped through and through, then a piece of card fell off. What Isa saw shocked her more than the images on the sketchbook. Her hair raised on its ends once more. A note that read— Dear Isa, ***

She indicated I felt like slaughtering the fuck out of her, she’s such a bitch. "Oh Maria, it’s fine, I understand you love taking my leftovers, first Scott and now Kyle, seems like you never get tired of having my leftovers." I smiled. Her eyes filled with hatred, I know exactly what she’s thinking about right now, I hit her in the right place "But you know what Maria if you like, I will show you the way to make Kyle pleased, you know, his sex methods" I winked at her

" He explained that people and animal maive in patterns. You will find each pose touched on many times. Then you will know your subject from any angle and for your sketches you can draw your finished pose. It was amazing to watch that. He was right. It was fascinating." " I haven't seen you draw since you've been here?" " I've done some. pencil." " interested, he said, "Let me see." "They're nothing. Just roughs." "Won't you show me?" She blushed as she peeked through pages and that alerted him. He watched her and saw that she selected specific pages to show him sketches of Minny. He reached for the pad but she beld it and that gave him only brief glimpses. What was she hising? Had shr opene

Waking up feeling extremely hot she looks over too Tam and sighs, why did this have to happen now. They didn't have time for her to be in heat. Starting to feel it more again she growls in frustration but tries to wake Tam. She kisses him and slowly runs her hand down his chest, He reaches up and grabs her head pulling her to him and deeping the kiss. moving on top of him they both sigh as she slides down on him. Moving slowly she draws out their pleasure. Growling in frustration Tam grabs her hips and flips them over! Sara laughs and says "Took you long enough." Growling Tam bites her on the neck and moves faster bringing them both to climax quite quickly. Rolling off her he pulls her to hi

" Chelsea glared down at the box and huffed. I still don't understand, Sophie. I laughed as her lips pouted and her face screwed up. She had pretty lips, they were really thick with a perfect cupid's bow. I opened the box and pulled out a blank pink paper heart. I held it up in the air between me and Chelsea. "This is an empty love." I pointed to the box. Noona gave me a thousand to collect in my life." I put the heart back in the box and took her hand. "A new adventure, Chelsea, To collect a thousand love kisses before I die, from my soulmate." I..... What.... Sophie? I'm confused!" She said, but I could hear the anger in her voice. Chelsea can be pretty angry when she wants to.

Their love story was one for the ages, a testament to the power of connection and creativity. As they hugged, Akira whispered, "I'll paint our love story forever." Taro smiled, knowing their love would be a masterpiece. *The Wedding* Their wedding was a beautiful blend of traditional and modern elements. Akira's art studio was transformed into a stunning venue, filled with flowers, candles, and her vibrant paintings. Taro's colleagues and Akira's friends gathered to celebrate their love. As Akira walked down the aisle, Taro's eyes sparkled with happiness. They exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other through life's joys and challenges.

I gasped. I flipped from one page to the next and then the next. Most sketches were of me or the places Liv and I have been to. He even sketched the entire stage of the empty bar. I couldn't believe it. I had no idea he had a talent for this kind of things. All of the sketches were beautifully and amazingly done. It were all very detailed even to the tiniest part of the drawing. "Liv..." I say softly as I flipped to another portrait of me lying down on a bed, smiling.

Laura saw this scene from afar and almost broke the glass of wine in her hand out of anger. Trenton opened the box and a pair of flat shoes were revealed, they looked so pretty, demure and cute, looking at it would give you a sense of comfort, wearing it would be like putting your feet in healing shoes, they were cozy cotton materials on it that felt soft to the touch. Trenton was stunned. “You made this?” He asked. “Y-yes!” Angela lowered her head, she wanted to hide in a hole. “Are you feeling inferior about Vera’s gift?” He said.

The damp soil made no sound as the ring crashed on it. Opening the sketchbook, she flipped quickly through the pages, skipping many sketches of nature and buildings, her eyes searched and searched... and suddenly her heart stopped when she found what she was looking for. Her eyes riveted on that particular sketch. A face of a woman. Her instinct was correct. It was her. She flipped through the next pages, and her breath caught as she found a dozen sketches of that woman in many different angles. The way he drew her, so intricate and detailed. She could feel in every line on the paper, the passion he had for her. The last sketch got her stunned. It was way more intimate, more erotic than the