Novelas y relatos de Nancy Drew

He didn’t even look up when the screen door slammed shut behind her. “Wow, you really did a lot,” Karen said, leaning over to see what he was drawing. There was a crayon girl lying flat on the ground, a girl in a yellow dress with long yellow hair all around her head like a halo, and around the yellow halo was a blooming sunrise of red. The girl’s eyes were two black X marks and her mouth was a black circle. “Nancy,” Karen gasped. And she remembered. I went to school that day. It was the thirteenth of November and Nancy wasn’t in homeroom. After homeroom we had biology together with Mr. Parsons, but she wasn’t in biology either, so I thought maybe she was sick.

“Yes, that's true. It won't just be me, though. Carter and our other team members will be keeping an eye on it as well.” Nancy was dressed to impress. She had on a white blouse, with lace going down the arms. Her blonde hair was looped with giant curls and it fell elegantly on top of her shoulders. Everything about her looked expensive, from her makeup all the way to the gigantic diamond ring on her left hand. Her outfit alone was probably worth more than the total amount that I had in my savings account. “Henry and I are excited to work with y'all,” she said. “Carter has told us a lot about you. He makes it sound like you're the bees knees.”

Nancy stood up, stretching her arms over her head, and bent her back before she picked up the empty soda cans littering on the floor. The time flew by faster than the wind, and when she flicked her gaze on her wristwatch, she was surprised to see it was getting late. They spend the entire day hogging inside Damon’s theatre room, which is all worth it. “It was almost eight. I should get going.” Cara whips her quizzical gaze at what she said, one brow lifting. “Aren’t you going to stay for dinner?” Nancy thought about it for a moment, considering her friend’s invitation. She had to spend her entire day with her instead of being at work, and it won’t hurt if she stayed a bit more with her.

They both have their scrap books and color pencils scattered across the table, and they’re concentrating on their drawings. “I see where Liam gets his love of drawing from,” I observe. Jacob is exploding with pride. “Yep, my little buddy is a chip off the old block.” It’s the first time I’ve seen Jacob so content and happy. It’s as if he’s another person. I wonder what happened to Nancy. I always got the impression that her reasons for being with him were a bit suspect. One time, I even brought it up with him, but he brushed it off, saying that they both knew what they were getting themselves into.

2 days later Nancy "There are several ways to silence someone... a slap on the face, speaking louder, silence... they silenced me, turning their backs on me without looking back, without knowing how I felt" Navid, I was in the cafeteria, I took advantage of him leaving to go into his room. I see drawings on the walls, he really liked to draw. His drawings were childish for his age, but there was something interesting about them. The wall was colorful and even added charm to the room. I approach the drawing that has a sun, with yellow and red rays. Why would he draw red rays? I asked myself. Next to it was a drawing of a tree with red apples in the middle of the night.

She was probably my age. “I am really sorry about this, Lily. I shouldn’t have brought you.” “Stop apologizing, Will. There was no way you would have known.” The door burst open, and Nancy walked in. --- I looked up to see Nancy enter the office. She was dressed in a sea-green suit, looking professional as always. "Mr. Carter, what is going on?" she asked, trying to maintain her composure. “What is going on?” Toby sneered. "Have you seen the vultures outside?”

Author's POV Elena was busy drawing a painting when Nancy entered the room. "Get up girl. And change your clothes. Wear this one" Nancy said and threw a dress on her bed. Elena looked at her and then at the short dress. "Why do I wear this dress? It is a baby's dress" Elena said looking at the short dress. "It is not a baby's dress. It is your dress. Wear this quickly" Nancy said. "But this dress is short," Elena said again.

"But I'm here now, aren't I?" Chris stared at Nancy as he slowly took her glass, gripped it with his teeth, and drained the remaining drink. His roguish charm made Nancy's eyes sparkle with desire. Then, a gentle voice spoke beside them. "Nancy, you know he's a doctor - no one can reach him when he's busy. Only you can get him to show up. Think about it, he only comes when you're here, right?" It was Annie speaking. She smiled softly at Nancy, though the warmth didn't reach her eyes.

I was just there for Walker. By the third week, something shifted between us. He began sitting closer, talking slower, and watching me longer. One night, after I put Walker to bed, the front door opened and Nancy walked in. She was tall and cold, and her smile did not quite reach her eyes. “You must be Lena,” she said as she set down her bag, barely glancing at her son’s drawings on the fridge. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied, trying to sound cheerful. “Walker’s already asleep. He had a big day.”

From how his teacher had given them animal cookies to them watching Barney and friends after drawing stick figures. Just then, my phone rang in my purse. “Give me a minute, baby,” I said, letting go of Henry's hand to fish out my phone. My lips twitched with a smile on seeing Nancy's name and picture displayed as the caller ID. It had been about a week since we last spoke as she was almost always busy with work. She worked as a software developer for a technology company in Australia. “My babe,” Nancy said, as soon as I answered the call. “How have you and Henry been?”