Love Passionate Sketches Novels & Stories

I shouldn’t be… this wet. My eyes flicked to the side table. A folder. Labeled in thick, black ink: FIORELLA. I hesitated. I shouldn’t. But my hand was already reaching. The first page—sketches. Fiorella smiling. Laughing. Lying half-naked in bed. Hair tangled. Nipples inked in perfect detail. His strokes were rougher. Angrier. More possessive. The sketches inside were older—pencil, charcoal, red ink.

"There's no way I'd risk my pride for that damn Reo!" Jack took a shaky breath. One hand turned to take a bottle of mineral water in the front drawer of the car. Then opened it, and gulped the water in the bottle in one gulp. "Reo ... I love you, but unfortunately this is only limited to being a friend. Not sadly what do you want. To be a gay couple?" Jack chuckled softly. "That's really crazy." "Reo, don't be such a pitiful man." mumbled Jack and drove the car back.

“ My patience has now paid off. I love you more, my love. I swear with all my life that I will make you happy and give you all. I will never betray you.” Danielle moved her face closer to him again. Their eyes were sparkling with full of love. There's no more hint of hatred nor jealousy in Anthony's eyes. Anthony bent his head to kiss her. Then, Anthony lifted her up and they turned around and around while their lips was tasting the sweetness of their kiss.

SUSAN Susan's phone wouldn't stop buzzing after Bode posted her pictures from Linda's birthday at the club the other night. In fact, that is her most-liked post on the gram and she still can't get over the fact that people would rather admire half-naked girls than fully clothed ones. She is bewildered as she reads comments upon comments from people who she assumed to be ghost followers and even some of her friends who only remember she exists whenever she posts a cute picture. She scoffs and laughs as she reads Bode's caption to her picture again "this guy is a fool!" Her phone buzzed again, this time it was Henry liking all her club pictures and adding possessive comments on each "Mine" "My

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

Lillian asked. “Everyone is glaring at you; I mean I don’t understand the hype. My boyfriend seems better.” Lillian smiled. Faith loved to talk about her boyfriend, he was a decent guy so that was okay. “Have you ever seen his eyes?” Lillian popped the question out of nowhere. She couldn’t understand why was she so curious about his eyes. Faith shook her head. “Nope. He keeps his hair that way.” Lillian nodded; she didn’t care she was just irritated by all those hairs poking into his eyes.

At first Annika doesn't give response but soon she starts to responding him and kissed him back. He slowly strokes her lips with his tongue making way of his tongue inside her mouth. Her hands find the way in his hairs and His hands also find the way to pull her more close to him. After fifteen minutes they break apart do to the lack of oxygen. Annika shyly look at him who was looking her with dark eyes Before she can understand the meaning of his eyes He again claimed her lips. This is one of the Best kiss of her life given by Shivaay. So soft and still full of passion

Drawings, sketches, candids—charcoal outlines of my laugh, oil smears of my eyes, watercolor chaos capturing my fury. Sketches on napkins—my face in every mood, laughter, tears, anger, silence. Not a shrine, but a museum. And unlike the one Dontrell surprised me with in his penthouse, this one breathed. It wasn’t perfection, but passion—wild, obsessive, unfiltered love. My name was etched on the walls—'Allison' scrawled a thousand times. My handwriting beside his. A framed grocery list I once left on his fridge. A torn menu from a dinner I didn’t even remember, where I scribbled a heart beside his initials.

When his teeth scraped along his bottom lip, warmth surged through my core. All I could think about was kissing him. “How about this?” he asked, surprising me with how quickly he’d finished the sketch. “Let me know if you want any adjustments. I can start from scratch if you don’t like it.” I stared at the lotus flower he’d drawn so perfectly in such a short amount of time. “I love it.” “Really? You’re sure? I can make any changes you want. I don’t mind.” I shook my head. “It’s perfect as is. I love it.”

hearing the beeping of the door as the door closed shut slowly in front of him. Looking down at his hand with his four fingers out making him gulp in response he can feel the confusion and the fear arise within him. ---**--- Sitting upon the stool as the student did their sketch of the bowl of fruits that was upon the table in the middle of the room. Koishi looks at the bowls full of artificial fruits than at the canvas giving the darker shade over one side then carefully blending it with his thumb. Bitting over the tongue peeking out of his lips with his one bow raised up.