Novel & Cerita Love Passionate Sketches

"I am so sorry for being so selfish, I am sorry that I am also being selfish right now, I am so sorry that I want so much from you," He said whipping his tears. "I love you so much Williams, and I am not going to stop loving you anytime soon, I know I put so much pressure on you to get up because I am selfish but just know that I will be here waiting for you no matter how long it takes you to come back, but please don't take too long because I might go insane, I am not that strong Liam, I am not, I wish I was, I wish I could just be positive and smile like you will want me to but I can't,"

“It’s been a lot.” “A lot.” Sophia dropped into the chair across from me, scanning the sketches pinned along the wall with narrowed, professional eyes, the way a jeweler checks a stone for flaws, except with Sophia the checking always came from love. “Evelyn. These are incredible. When did you do these?”

Cole said. "It's terrible." "It's the first thing you've drawn in years. Of course it's terrible. But it's also amazing." I looked at the sketch. Really looked at it. "Can I keep it?" Cole asked. "Why?" "Because you drew it. Because it's from you." I handed him the sketch. He looked at it for a long time. Then he smiled. "I love it," he said. "You're crazy." "I love you." I didn't know what to say.

He was drawing. She stepped closer, silent. On the paper was not a building, but a hand. A man’s hand, gripping a parallel bar, tendons standing out in stark relief, the knuckles white with strain. It was Liam’s hand, from that afternoon. It was perfect. It was alive with a painful, defiant energy she recognized instantly the same fierce vitality that had been in her own teenage sketches, the ones he’d defaced.

Dian POV My hands slid down her arms, caressed her waist and went back up. Yas inhaled sharply as my palm covered her breasts beneath the water. Her head tipped back against my shoulder. "I love this.” she whispered. "That’s the goal.” I smiled against her damp hair and kissed just below her ear. My thumbs found her nipples, brushing over them slowly. She shivered, her whole body tensing. "Sensitive already?" "A little." She smiled softly with her eyes closed.

“Do you want to pick it up with me, Joshua?” Lily gained a lot of fame in the world of painting when she was alive, and many people bought her paintings. After she passed away, one of Joshua’s hobbies was to buy back all of the paintings Lily had sold to be part of his collection. Hence, he had traveled to quite a number of places before. In the past, he would have been excited about this, but at present, Joshua could not muster the happiness he thought he would have. He just grunted and could not find the energy to move. After some hesitation, he eventually got up and said, “Let’s go.”

In one corner, there's a display case showcasing various gold sculptures, each telling a story of the mining process. One sculpture might depict a miner with a pickaxe, skillfully chipping away at a rock, while another could represent a shimmering gold nugget, glistening under the soft lighting. The desk is cluttered with maps of mining sites, tools of the trade, and a few geological samples, creating an atmosphere of hard work and dedication. A small window lets in natural light, illuminating the gold sculptures and reflecting their beauty throughout the room. Overall, this mining office serves as a tribute to the art and labor of gold mining, inspiring creativity and appreciation for the c

CHAPTER FIVE Aura's POV I woke up early today so that I could work out. I selected a few outfits as I am going to meet him directly from work itself, so I have to look extra gorgeous today. After spending some time selecting my outfit, I decided to go with a sexy yet elegant looking outfit, which was a loose white shirt with floral prints tucked in with my favourite pair of cream white straight cut jeans with my white denim sneakers and decided to go with my boho girl-rocks tote bag.

Even if a man didn't want to divorce his wife, the fact that he'd allowed his mistress to send his wife such messages was enough to show that he did at least want to start a family with his mistress. It looked like Shawn was the only one who thought keeping the truth from Noelle was the way to show his love for her. Shawn frowned, feeling like his blood had run cold. These messages were only the appetizer. He looked back on the conversation and found that Jessica had sent Noelle photos every few days. There were photos of her asking him for gifts and screenshots of him transferring money to her. There were even photos of them in bed together, taken after he'd fallen asleep.

LISA I slammed my bedroom door shut with my foot, dropped my bag on the floor, and let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a dying cat. “Perfect” I rolled. Exactly the vibe of today. I threw myself onto the floor, ripped open my sketchbook, and let my hand move. Hard lines, sharp edges and messy strokes. I drew angrily. Fabrics. Cutouts. Slits that went so high they were practically illegal. Design after design after design…